I sit in the full moon
Watching the golden glow on my skin.
Knowing a deep connection
As a woman, to the moon.
The moon glow is soft, pulling,
Telling me of my roots, my story.
The moon shows me, tells me, knows me.
It lights the way, pulls on my blood.
Urging me on, on my path.
Here on this Earth.
Something inside, knows.
With a thousand eyes, We look
At the moon As it glides up
Over the edge Full and round
Glowing…Pulling
Knowing.
Mia 4/2010
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