Wait for someone who could be the moon for you.
Just as strong and steady.
Illuminating changes and seas
blooming flowers and summer nights.
They would wait for you in the dark.
They would dance around the sun for you.
They would receive your primal howls,
your secrets and your shifting tides.
Wait for the moon.
Wait for nothing less than what steals your breath,
what breaks you open,
what lures your soul,
what helps you rise.
– Victoria Erickson