your face
is a stranger to me now
your reflection
is the void within
i am new
scrubbed of the debris
moulded to the earth
in all of her contours
she shares
these hands are no longer your hands
these smiles no longer for your touch
the core of everything i am
belongs only to she
i do not turn my face
with sorrow
but with resolution
i answer only to the wind
my beauty is sacred turf
my children are the seeds
i scatter them unto the breeze
in order for them to grow strong and free
moon
goddess of memory
sings
i remember the tune
i have not forgotten
her sweet name
low and behold
her silvery light
unspun
unravelled
the faithful one
am i
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