pink moon
breath of night
pink moon tonight the sky unfolds the night she burns like fire against your skin the wind moves passing like a whisper in still motion beneath your skin something shifts with nothing holding it in place no storm what you carried as truth within you turns to air a breath wrapped in warmth what once burned without a name becomes night soul in the light in breath the wind carries you now left to the wind what the wind took with it what fell away in the light what you no longer carry in your body
that turns to air line really lingered with me, such a gentle kind of release, but it feels completely final.
Gorgeous poem ❤️😍 need to read more of your work!