The veil was thin, easily you pulled me in
as if my heart knew yours.
In shadowed light,
I tumbled into your eyes.
Dusk rolled in,
I said the wrong thing
raging you ran into the night.
Longing to be seen
in the dark of the wood.
The echoes of your words linger.
Oh love, come home to your Self.
Embrace all that you are —
a perfect mixture of magic and mud.
Together, as if in a dream
the bold moon whispered “I love you”
and illuminates the lake.
Morning comes; I’m awake and finally — sovereign,
while seeking you — I found me.