You spoke to the moon of your plagues.
Though she is silent, it is known.
She saw your journey, through falter and triumph.
She listened to your cries and wept with you.
When you stared into her depths,
Your soul conversed with mine.
The bog waters receded.
The stars blazed with brilliance,
Untouched by light pollution.
Through clouds and elements she came to me.
In her travels she left signs,
And in every sunrise,
I searched by guidance of Sol.
Your strength is found amongst the evergreen.
The sap of the pine,
The sex of the cottonwoods in spring.
The resilient maple.
Your light and warmth delivered by the sun,
And merged with my skin through the branches.
The hue of snow transformed into that of olives.
A gentle touch from invisible hands,
Never unknown to whom they belong.
In the gardens,
Every petal and blossom beckoned me near.
The daffodils of your birth.
The wisteria and rose of your lips.
The lotus post holler.
The orchids of your longing.
The bleeding heart of mine.
The lily of our valleys.
The dips in soil where the fox burrows,
Or the barren trunk where bark was stripped in winter.
The rivers and oceans of your mind.
The rolling hills and range of mountains.
Through passage of the years,
I have gained awareness.
I trailed behind the gleaming prints.
I danced beneath the moon and rain,
Reignited by the sun.
The waters revealed the depths of me.
In wind and rustling leaves,
I obtained new melodies.
In silence, beasts fell to domestication.
In time, reawakened and born anew.