full circle

. . .from an upward battle of struggles and emotions to a journey of healing, growth, and laughter. . .

my moon

Full in the sky
The third moon hangs
Breathes air alive
And halts cloud gangs.

The moon it sees,
The moon it knows
Waits for me
To make the close.

My moon holds sacred
To it I speak
By it I am led
Within it I seek.

Three to await
Three have passed
Moons mark the date
My journey at last.

© 1995 Elle Communications

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