I stare out the window
And into the bright eyes of the sky
How beautiful it is
And how frightening.
I squirm beneath its glare
And awe at its gleam
For it is like nothing I have seen.
Those eyes have lived to tell
The tale of princes and kings
Lovers and murderers.
And how it judges me
Looks deep within me
I am afraid.
It can read
My soul so well
And I am so very
Uncomfortable.
My gift is to hide
And at night
I am
Vulnerable.

My secrets
Spill from my lips
Like a waterfall of liquid
Gold
And the stars
Listen closely
Because they are
the Messengers.
They call the moon
With gentle whispers
Coaxing it to come closer
And shine a little brighter
For me.

The old wise moon
Watched the liquid of gold
Turn to dust
And the light
Fade from my eyes
To become hollow.
The wise old moon
Then told me:
Daughter of the Earth,
Do not fear.
You are afraid
Of life and afraid
Of death,
Because of this
You do not really
Live.
He shined brighter with every word
And my ears heard nothing
But love and
The music of the harp.

The moon coaxed me to
Sleep and caressed my soul
Asking the gentle wind
To blow a warm breeze
Over me
And I fell
Into a deep sleep
Knowing the eyes above me
Do not judge me
But love me.