that the moon pours down

like nectar all around you

and brings the soft songs 

of ancients to your ears

rising from the still

inside the dark

so that you can hear their voices

as starshine painted in reminder

that you are loved

in the way that light

plays out the vibration 

that forms the rhythm in tandem

with the pulse of rushing 

through your heart

so you can know

the yearning of the stars

to dance between your breaths

and the desire of sunrise

to kiss you as hope lifted 

in the ascension of

another dawn

with the wings of the miracle 

of all the being that you are

held by the winds

of the warmth of Creation

what I pray

for you this night