Some strange nights
I walk beneath
A full moon
And remove
My fig leaves,
On silver sand I dance
In silence,
Ask my mother wind for
Guidance,
Across an uncertain sea,
Her moon-tide melody
Calls within water and wave,
She tells me time turns
To the Rise of Empaths,
To a world led by healers,
Wound relievers,
Ego leavers,
And soul believers.
Sister, Brother,
Mother Nature
Has been crying for years,
Her face is honey-combe
Caves of fears,
She tells me to turn
To the poet souls
With painter hearts,
Find self between
Berry, beetle, and lark,
Heal her wounds with
Birdsong balm
Found in the lullabies left
In June.
Some strange nights,
I walk beneath free skies,
Measuring the stars in years,
Below full moon,
I remove
My fig leaves,
And bathe the
Silver sand
In tears.
Art by Quinn Fagersten
