Luna

Under the moon, pale in the light and washed by it.

Soaking in the love of the mother and breathing in the air of her breath.

Eyes dance in the fire, clothed by the smoke that wraps around our naked flesh.

Under the moon, renewed.

She wakes us within and free's us.

Under the moon, bathed in its reflection.

Reflecting back her beauty, her grace, and her wisdom.

Within the flicker of the flames she smiles and blesses us.

Blessed with breath within our lungs and the warm dirt under our feet.

Under the moon we are alive in her overwhelming presence.

Underneath the moon.