As people walk by – just movements, passing the time
Drifting in and out of our lives
A lingering question remains… “How? Why?”

How sweet life can be in a moment here or there
A walk in the woods, a yawning forth dawn
How it’s swept away, now gone
A haunted whisper around you, in the midnight air

As the moon has a shadow side, so does my path
The next iteration
A decision to live, surrender, to not turn back

As I step away from the outer world
And I go in
I continue to find myself again and again

The arrival of hope
As magic makes a home
As questions turn to knowing
A rite of passage in growth

With the skies of blue and leaves of yellow & green
Our lives drift onward
With the promise of the seen & unseen

The fabric of our lives, the stories we tell
A recipe for peace
Good night, sweet girl