That full moon’s been coming
Rising up from the distant horizon
Like some glowing gas giant
Dawning over some far away world
Hilltop Lunar Spirits
shadow work
Void Walker
You will find no reflection here
Once you unfix your gaze
And look past these darkened irises
Into the abyssal pools they frame
Sisters of the Sky
I come here
Blue feathered heart on my chest
And the jay calls over the horizon
As though she remembers