Emergence Emergence

Make me what I want to be. Who I see in the distance. Somewhere standing boldly arrayed underneath the foliage of a Willow tree. She lies in me; between the folds. Each day I sense her breaking forth, turning, emerging. the old skin is shedding. I can see. I stretch towards who she is. I reach for the limbs that hang from the Willow tree.

the hell hounds howl at a glorious moon shining down on me

Strength Of The Moon

they come sniff my feet lick my wounds gnarl down on me i stare back at them my eyes full of His moon shining down on me

Too distant to touch

My fingers smelled

The odor of freedom

The water wouldn't be muddy

The stars not so out of reach

The glow of re-birth

The dew of dawn

Securing the fresh manna

Delivering a new hope

The hell hounds howl

Even at a glorious moon

Hiding me now at home