Her Gift.
Nockamixon, she prepares to sleep, to let Luna cover her in starry wisdom and the black satin of night.
But before she slips into into the arms of Luna, she has something to give me.
A gift.
She ignites the clouds with her gentle touches.
What she writes in the sky is reflected in my soul for her.
She paints with the purest palette of flame.
Her gift for me sets the sky ablaze, and my soul soaring on high.
With one final, grand flourish of flame and fire, she leaves me.
She fades gracefully into Luna’s embrace, her embers still glowing in the sky, and in my soul.
Awed. Inspired. Humbled. Shared.
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