Full Moon Rites

(A song)

I call up my sweet full moon trickery when
I implement tools of my trade.
Her silver illumes just what flickers within
this young heart behind hair that’s grayed.

The predators roam and their frightened prey run
in the harsh unforgiving light of the sun.
The spells that lie hidden in dark have begun.

I stand on the threshold, my hands are outspread
the balance now rises within.
My critics are harsh and I face without dread
the most alien, they are my kin.

The predators roam and their frightened prey run
in the harsh unforgiving light of the sun.
The spells that lie hidden in dark now be sung.

The chase is long over, the welcome mat placed,
the old trap is finally transformed.
The moon brings us closer, our connections traced
in the heartlines our love is informed.

No predators roam and the prey has begun
to sing in the darkness in praise of the sun.
United together we see we are one.

(I haven’t written a song in decades. So I’m thankful for today’s prompts that inspired this one: Trickery, Tool, Moon and Implement.)

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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