Billings, MT USA
The moon in the sky whispers to me in her native tongue-
a language spoken only like a metaphor through thousands of droplets of rain;
like an elaborate symphony of music along the tree-tops of the forest...
She whispers of the time for me to manipulate these essential languid dreams that leave me lathered in water and smears of blood...
She whispers for me to walk along this sordid road-
to climb through the luscious, chocolate shadows to find the Goddess...
though what I find is only what my inner child craves:
I find the pure beauty and peace that only exists at the breast of my mother.