New moon …
Akua Allrich © 2011

What have you to bring this season?

A sea of tears from the last

whose water’s wave shall heal its past

west wind no longer stagnant

pushing smooth these recent fragments

broken, lost hearts in need

humbly open to the fruits you feed


oh new moon what is this you give?

heart open, eyes enamored

at your dark beauty this broken heart hath stammer

for by the grace of your new, I your daughter,

with unbreakable spirit, have endured the pain of the fire

to breathe free with the drink of your fresh waters

these feet cleansed and tired, it is your quench I have desired


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