|Art by Audrey Von Hawley (Photo credit Mystic Mama)|
Moons Like Magic
Moons like magic
with cinnamon and sugar,
Craters from a majestic old lake,
finds in the dark,
they wait for you.
Curves like old friends,
familiar, foreign, but not forgotten
are those who wind up their internal clocks
Wanted or not. They show.
Predictable and sweet.
They embrace and surrender to thee,
Full moon in Scorpio times three.
They believe in the depths of the ring
and the light, and the masterful
core and delight,
In cleaning of wounds rather than scrubbing them.
The healing stage hurts the most,
Before the edges become smooth
and the angles roast,
Calmly caressing the contents of your
valleys and peaks,
alleyways and caves,
cool waves and heat.
They meet. She greets.
Love is released.