The yellow rising full moon glimmers on the horizon,
Setting luminous invisible fire to the trees
The house is warm, too warm, from the blazing wood stove
And it is all I can do to lean my head out the window and breathe
Breathe in the fresh, cold air and let it fill my being
Warm life blood pulses in my womanly center
And I find it ironic that I am wearing all red
Red shirt, red pants, red underwear, red socks, red earrings
The sounds of my little sisters movie shouts in my ear
It sounds so distant, but so close
My mind is off in the clouds, already I am dancing with the moon
I have so much swirling in my head,
Pulsating to the gentle beats of the wind against the window
Exboyfriend, possible boyfriend, love of my life I cannot forget
Still can't find the answer to my questions about old boyfriend
Wondering if it's worth it to get close to possible boyfriend
Painfully, heart-achingly trying to move on from the one I can never have
All I wish to do is lay still upon the moss of the summer forest
And breathe in the scent of trees, of sunlight, of wind, of life
Or lay on the snow in my front yard and soak in the wintry silence
Disturbed only by the random bubble of winter birds and the giggling stream
I want to stand outside under the moonlight and sing out my soul
And let the glowing moon tear my sorrow from my heart
Let Her fill the sobbing hole in my chest and replace it with joy
But that can wait, wait for late at night when all is silent and pure
When the world is cleansed by the ghostly tendrils of moonbeams
Sleeping, to be awakened by the bright, pink dawn
That can wait
For now I sit here, going through the jumble of thoughts within my head
Laying here quietly, unraveling the tangled thread of my mind
Slowly, painstakingly, revealing the naked truth
Of which dusty path my heart must take.
