Sister Moon
Lightening struck and the balance was shifted; not once, but twice, and it all came down to him. He came upon her wandering barefoot in the garden, called out from beyond the shadows; and though she wasn’t able to see him clearly, something rang familiar in his deliberate words and voice, causing her to pause and look in his direction.
Trusting her instincts that continually warrant believing, she invited him in and soon found him worthy; offering a key, so as to come and go as he pleased. And soon he became her own personal Jesus; happy in letting her be her self, tell her stories while filling her head; with crystalline knowledge, beliefs and perceptions that altered her course and left her second-guessing.
An unexplained peace soon settled in her soul; the storm he conjured brewed with intense passion, though the clouds were lined with sadistic cruelty; leaving her desolate and changed forever.
Desolation passes and change is what we make of it. Passion, however, should always be embraced.
D