how long have i held
this sorrow in my chest
an aching to live
the way God intended
to gaze at the moon
inspired, connected
below like above
the celestial befriended
oh, until then
you’re my slice of heaven.
i gaze at the moon
her buttery reflection
and into my hands
her light has melted
i drink from the fount
oh, what’s that —
my heart has mended.
my mother, my mirror,
your waxing complexion–
here do i sit,
and come to know completion.
but the sorrow i bear
she demand i feel it.
what other way
can anyone heal it?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 