samhain

 that well isnt deep enough for me to draw water from. spirituality flakes off like moss, just on the surface. i am so thirsty. so thirsty and ready to drink, i sate myself in that dreamy reality love offers me. arms raised, and hands cupped in dua, i stand under the naked sky. clad in nothing but hope, and dreams of my future. i swallow my disappointment. i raise my chin accepting that wind into my skin, i know i own it. whispering my apologies to the trees, i ask again for the one i sense on the skirts of my thoughts. breath held with longing, i wait...