Sitting under the awning of the night sky
And I said
Meet me when the moon is waxing,
I don’t want to be without tonight.
Meet me when we know what’s happening
I don’t want to be without tonight.
We found the moonbeams when we least expected
Somehow for a moment it all made sense.
Then back again we go
And square one again.
I won’t go without delight
For the greatest I had felt so far was
When my heart
Was stitched back together
By the very needle that had pierced the finger—
Drawing blood and unrest.
The universe works its magic
When the moon is full,
When we say our prayers,
And when we least expect it.
Trust…trust…trust.
The moon became full when we forgot to count hours and
All of the burdens became untangled in webs.
Overthinking was left on the shelf when present self
Wasn’t full of the unknown.
Who knows what the next day will make,
Who knows if all is right or a mistake?
Who knows, but still we must keep trusting.
And I call in
The love that is meant for me, the love that is meant for you
And I call for it to be passionate and kind.
Bitter old love songs make tears turn sour but
Sour candy oftentimes turns sweet in the end.
Stitching love spells under the light of the moon,
Making the grand scheme of things delight in the fact
That we each have been love all along.
For now, we shall keep watching the moon,
And attending to her message
As we smile
In the knowledge of our fates.
