blue moon

I lay watching the blue moon rise

whispering in the candlelight,

by the windowsill aglow with the elements,

gazing past water glasses full of crystals and moonbeams

“Illuminate my heart.”

I did not beg to be broken again because, I knew it to be accomplished….

This time, I asked to be remade.

All that I ever knew, or thought I was… no more… no more….

…cycles of creation, cycles of destruction…

“Let me be transformed. Make all that I am, yours…”

I repeated the names of God and breathed infinity,

relinquishing myself, as ever.

I felt my humanity slip away,

the colors came in, like a dragon’s breath -

burning away the mundane to reveal hidden treasure, until sparks flew

Ah, heart… you stubborn, foolish thing…

gated with steely doors, bolted shut from life’s pain but, at last…

they opened again.

It was a scene that came to my mind,

of great works, of a farm – of a man, clear as  day, I’ve yet to meet

I felt at last, the great beast turn and open, revived… no small miracle.

I saw visions flush with happiness.

People working together, of life growing all around.

Risen from the ash (again and again and again),

I step forth, fresh from cosmic fire like a shiny new arrow.

Blue moonbeams running through my veins,

angels dancing round my bed.

“Guide me. I am ever thine.”