She sits quietly under the moon’s light.
A lone figure in the shadows.
Seen only by the stars reflecting in her eyes.
Listening to the steady beat of her heart.
Releasing thoughts with each exhale.
Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of night blooms
A moment of solitude in a world filled with chaos.
A respite in the soft glow of the moon’s light,
protection from the hard fought battles under the sun’s harsh light.
A return to ser, the balm that soothes her weary spirit.
The turbulent waves calm to an easy tide.
A single tear falls, opening a stream for the floods that follow.
She is bathed in the silence, cleansed under the protection of
mother moon’s gentle light.
