The moon did come and then did go
it waxed and waned my heart in tune
each passing month I bled on sheets with tears and red and heaving
an egg for each missing child did pass
and pain for words unspoken
each star sign did I visit vacant
tick tock the calendar walked on
dragging my hallowed chamber in tow
the night light illuminating the way to a soft place where nothing needed happening
as crows pecked with nagging delay
there was no missing in the loosing
that did not need to be lost
and one day the door ajar
I saw there a chink of sun
and day after day I did sit
and warm my toes at first like blue ice burning
then my feet, my hands, my head
inch by inch till my soul was a cinders a spark,
a flint of new buds where vacant land did lay
myself I found in wait that lunar cycle
one whole rounding of the globe
it was my ancient right to be here that called to me
as it lasted the midnight hour
and walked the shadowland barefoot sharp rocks and thorny hurts
I took nothing from the fire of the carcus that layer unbreathing
but a twig
a sprig
of the girl I was
she in a white dress held my hand
a daisy chain around her hair
as innocent as a flower girl from my wedding to another
and she told me in a whisper it was time, it was time,
to rise to my very own occasion
love was not done with me but needed me undone
so that the clay of my womb was ready for moulding
the art work of my next chapter was ready for the sculpting
the day would be dawning
for I have only just begun
– Lotus Indigo Shakti Kruse
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