Crescent Moon

I dipped below her and she bestowed on me a blessing - a timeless gift of my own self. This self healing journey where I open up to myself was forgotten and betrayed. Always looking outside for the comforter where now it is I - I is where I begin. Love has circled me my whole existence - in many forms - some hurting, some wondrous - now, breaking though is a love that was sent at the beginning - a jewel set in the claw of my heart before it got shrouded, misted. Upon the rocky shores of Dublin coast I see my love gather seaweed - mermaid - maiden - mother - it is only ever delight I feel with you, and shuddering - like, holy smoke, I’m on fire - I’m a mountain about to erupt. How do you do this to me?! How does one soul burn through into another and become an ever present firestorm - capturing me and releasing me. I don’t know and I don’t need to know - I just love this tumble down the hill of life with you. So very very joyous and so very very grateful. Last night I lit two fires - one inside to keep the hearth warm. The other up the hill to create a life beyond the comforts of home - something to stir a young heart and later on an older heart who needs to hear about love. We are fire makers, you dear Danu and I - intensity makers who really want to see the truth of people - be let into the darkness - or somehow penetrate through the gaze of our since hearts. Oh, oh oh - to hold you now - to see you across the table tapping away - to have you come straddle my thighs and look me in the face adoringly - these memories are alive and well and soon enough will get the chance to remake, new, always new - for we are not the same as yesterday, today you and I are completely new.