photo by JAMILA
I welcome you back, Moon
Back to the space between my brows
We knew all along, didn’t we?
Though we got stuck along the way
And most likely will continue
to get stuck along the way
walking into grey clouds and treading the thick muds of this dense, grief stricken world
To the wanderer, all the wiser
The harder it rains
the brighter it shines
The rougher the soil
the stronger the roots
The darker our nights
the lighter our days
We will find the last unicorn