That full moon’s been coming
Rising up from the distant horizon
Like some glowing gas giant
Dawning over some far away world
And it’s almost like it remembers me
From some dream in another life
So, I sought her each twilight
Climbing past the hills that were holding her
While she grew in the earth’s shadow
Emerging more whole with each spinning turn
Like a twirling dancer opening her arms
I followed her to this mountain valley
That fits her like a round yolk
In the bowl of it’s own opened eggshell
And I can open here, too
Crack a bit
Hold this
Receive this
The gifts of these hilltop lunar spirits
The crisp air working into my healing lungs
Like a new wind filling my sails
The night sky’s true black returns
Long forgotten by the city
And it’s a clear screen for the dreaming
To project my slumbering soul
Out for a walk through an astral woodland
Leaving my body to rest
While some part of me is here
Spreading up through the mountain pines
And down through the valley oaks
Taking up all the soft sage perfume
Into my spirit and back home to the
Soft sigh of my sleeping nostrils
Leaving the sweetness of the earth’s blossoms
On my tongue
