follow the moon (find him)

I will follow the moon until I find him
the one who haunts my dreams
he will light away my confusion
and reveal to me what it all means

He is Love, and he loves me
he is wise and his wisdom shines
He is honest, he is true
He is courage through and through

And I will follow the moon until I find him

moon

His honor shines from deep within
running through the veins beneath his skin

I will not break, I will only bend
This shattered heart will heal and mend

I will not weaken, I will  not wane
I will give my all to him again

And I will follow the moon until I find him

 

A ‘not so empty’ Gift..

 

journal

A gift is fragrance out of breath

fled from the abode of the urn

seeking respite of a wayfaring vessel

within whom, it makes its return.

Be not daunted, open the cover,

Draw deeply from spirits fathomless well

Oh, water bearer for the soul of dry parchment,

A river of words erodes the truth a mountain can tell.

Lo, winds of wisdom for the seeking leaf

Softly turn its empty pages

Stir them not, but deliver the stillness

Spoken through the love of inner sages.

Leap not, be gently drawn

Oh, sojourner, not so soon,

Soft, the precipice waits for you to cast

From the abode of your own perfume.

Those who give, journey on

Deep in the heart of others who are given

And when the page seems dark, find the spark

When the flint of the lover strikes the Beloveds frizzen.

~ Skip Maselli
(thank you for this priceless gift)