darkmoon
the wind is rising
in the trees
frees my flesh from
these dimensions
moving out from skin and bone
becomes the wind
roaming the land
looking for a place
to rest
back
where life began
the sun is rising from the sea
lights my path as
i journey
down toward the night
the night of my soul
that holy flight
the night of my soul
to find myself
tonight
the moon's face is
turned from me
dreams become demons
til i call them back
to me
and in that dark
embrace i am found
no longer bound
in flesh
free to soar
explore in spirit
back
where life began...
by carmen