She is moon: dripping stardust.
She is maiden: love on legs, scattering joy.
She is song: breathing life through music.
She is mother: governess of how to human.
She is lover: pregnant promises and burnished faith.
She is phoenix: fanning yesterday’s ashes.
She is night: peeking at the shadows in the cracks of ourselves.
She is moon-glow and ashes, safety and storm, singer and song.
She is me.
She is we.
k.d.w. (2017 edit)
Begin. Never stop beginning.