In my mind do I travel with you there to the open space of the open road. I hold your hand that I might remember what Spirit feels like. I look inside your eyes to see the Light. The moon has a way of leading us, luring us into the spaces we’ve not before seen.

You hold my secrets.

Delicate. Strength.

You carry my deepest knowing, like water to the well that those who thirst, drink. I tilled the land for you. I pulled up the weeds that the soil be rich.

We cultivate together.

We create.

We manifest.

We dance eyes closed,

hearts

open.