Last night the moon came down and kissed me awake.
She whispered about you.
She said she’s had you in her glow for quite some time.
She told me to be patient.
She mentioned I had to prove I was worthy for you in the same way I would be worthy to befriend an ocean current, a steady flame, a lightening storm, a frightened moth, a late September rose.
“But, what about my wildness?” I asked “How can I love and be loved and still be myself, howling and all.”
She smiled. “I said be his friend. Not his captor.”
And with that she flew, silver stardust and a desire to touch cool water to your brow in her wake.
Mabon
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