A slow shift in currents,
Manouevering ever so gently,
Meandering between nothingness and my future,
the Moon shone a light upon my prayers,
Created a pool of attraction,
A cradle, to baptise my mind,
Wash the network of ideas over and over,
a Chamber of law,
Where what manifests comes in time,
Where what drowned me shouldn’t have to continue to kill me,
Will I dance into a parade of hope that lingers even now?
Or will I merge with the sky and where it meets the sea?
Grey,
the Cold is coming,
ready to snatch my fire away,
But warmth is around always,
I feel a cloud of grounding,
the sky, reminding me of my feet,
the roots to my essence,
my principles,
the wolf who lives within me,
She sings her song,
Emanating passion,
Even when numb,
There is no stopping her