New Moon

Let my wishes
Fall like stars

Into the soft apron
Of my dress;

Sparkling gems,
Ancient dust,
Lost and forgotten
Dreams;

Sewn into the
Fabric of my
Soul...

Still they glisten
Still they sway
Under
the new moon’s gaze...

A chosen few
Sing to me,
They pulse
With longing
To become...

Holding them tenderly
To my beating heart,

I kiss them gentle
Kiss them true,

Whisper
 “It is time”
Into their tender ears,

And
With breath
as wide as the universe;

I Scatter them
To
The Winds

© words Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella