A golden light of soothe touched my body.
I move.
My jaw, loose,
Soft pillars.
Trickling down from nose to bottom.
I wonder if She let it shine.
Wondrous beings my body contains.
Some long for joint forces, some separate.
In depths of sleep’s last drops, a cold arose
Woke me up.
A mild cold for the evanescence of life.
Shall I rise from bed?
Or shall I lay my nest of tranquility for the moon’s time?
A shiver of gold trickled then down,
Calling me, Ana, life is round.
My eyeballs wetted and sieved through chambers.
Fuzzy, blur sparkles arose from gutters.
Encircled a feather with their hands.
A golden light of soothe touched my body, I moved.
Soft pillars sparkled through.
Trickled down.
I wonder if She let it shine.
My moon’s time.
My moon’s time.