The water of her moon churns through my soul.
sentient stars guiding me
as I cross the bridge of dreams.
In your presence,
drawn into the sweet tide of silence.
The water stills, clears.
Knowing, on butterflies-wings
flutters between our hearts.
Your voice, a whirling death-poem,
a prayer intoning a rite of passage,
a shamanic dance encircling the altar
where I am laid, open, ready.