the moon phase is waning, nearly new. it is another day. almost new year. nearly the winter solstice. i have done my work. now i wait. and i doodle and i write. now, a uhh an opoemo

a fairy leaves dust where the blessing matters most
a god has spoken in a hushed tone
the spirit moves through and tells you its all okay
the wind moves through and the scent carries from across the street
a spider in a web who longs for more so lonely and hungry
it wants to occupy the tears in the world
its tired its hungry
so much of me has been torn and replaced
a fire in my eyes and an empty space the tattoo i was given i use to connect
to create a new perception a tool and a web
i watch the world rise from beneath the wild comes back and she longs for peace
a love in hushed tones and a kiss behind the steps
i say my final goodbye hoping ill see you again
what am i capable of?
i only want to make something new
a world i can reside in
and lock my secrets away
a room i belong in
im addicted to your love

may all become real
may the raw stay soft and gentle
may all come together in perfect timing
may opomo be heard and supported
may my creations be seen
may suffering fade
or be enjoyed

i pray to mother earth to heal all these wounds
i bless her with every single breath

i pray to the sun and the moon and the weaver of dreams
to make me lucid to make me aware

i look at my fear of control, this twisted lady
i make her real small and fit her in my pocket
she has flowers blooming from her hair and begs for forgiveness
like a marionette
like a shadow
like a girl

may i dream of beautiful wonderful things
may i bring peace and sweetness to all who see me
may they see me bright and full
may they support my wild dreams

i am stronger than the fear that once controlled me
i own my fear and i let it go
there is only an imprint of her left