hello new moon . . .

hello new moon . . .

we sit together. . . .

again . . .

on the agawam. . . .

as i ask you. . . .

one. . . .

more. . . .  

time. . . .

please bring my anam cara. . . .

i know he is there. . . .

somewhere. . . .

across this water. . . . .

waiting to see me. . . .

as i tread into yet another. . . .

single season. . . .

why. . . .

when the one who formed . . . .

together in the clay. . . .

with me. . . .

also waits. . . .

i’ve seen the false profits. . . . .

knowing my heart must be wizened. . . .

for him. . . .

yet. . . .

now fear. . . . .

he could see coldness. . . .

if one more pretender. . . .

crosses my path. . . .

having given so much away. . . .

my larder is still full. . . . .

for him. . . .

i await his teachings. . . .

his touch. . . .

and our gifting. . . .

in wonder. . . .

with gratitude. . . .

for all that i intend. . . .

and for all that is intended. . . .

for me

~ by francleablunt on December 18, 2009.

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