Shaping Water by Born on a Dark Moon
I was a singer that could not sing
a writer that could not write
frozen in ice
living in sub zero conditions
with no knowledge of fire making
here words were arrows of jagged water
and I was full of them
even when I came to temperate shores
I could not thaw
yet there was a fire that burned deep inside
that flamed so fervently
I could not hide from its warmth
I melted
salty liquid streaming
shaping a voice that was my own
Bittersweet by Born on a Dark Moon
fire stoked
cauldron stirred
bubbles rise from untouched water
heart remembers searing heat
steam releases
tears fall
heart embraces her own potion
both bitter and sweet
Feather Soft by Born on a Dark Moon
gently does it
let kindness come
wash your loops and sharp thoughts in sacred water
invite compassion to be your friend
hand over it all
for inside you rests
sensitivity as precious as a babe
one that has waited beyond knowing
to give you their words
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