the witching hour
i’ve become the wanderer, waking wildly drifting
my body shifts and dreams a dance light and known
a beguiling path sears serpentine strings through my bloodless veins
as the night terror tracks back the waver of breath, undeniable and blessedly strong.
i belonged to the body of a spirit, once
loved and forever left behind the broken boneless stream.
she called desperation to me and i followed.
where will you go when you’re all spent, child? she whispered, a tease, a fear
who will become of you on moon’s last pass, spring-weathered and winter-worn?
i love the stars, their kind-bent shapes and roaring faces
they’ve warmed and guided this sorrow-bred hand and song-fatigued heart
and they lead me only to one sure truth, wonderous land renowned of faith.
la luna, i call, so long i belong, so long i bewilder, take me home.
