midnight o two of the beaver moon

rich violet

moon-sky 

light
take me into this burled morning

riding upon a white horse to the songs of cowboys and circling planets 

wool blankets cushion the fall to evermore and silent rivers of western longing 

sing to me of passages and the risk of knowing 

sing to me of secrets buried in pink quartz to the forgotten lullabies
whispered in languages only known to lovers

stars have no concept of ego
or shadows  ...