New moon …
Akua Allrich © 2011
What have you to bring this season?
A sea of tears from the last
whose water’s wave shall heal its past
west wind no longer stagnant
pushing smooth these recent fragments
broken, lost hearts in need
humbly open to the fruits you feed
oh new moon what is this you give?
heart open, eyes enamored
at your dark beauty this broken heart hath stammer
for by the grace of your new, I your daughter,
with unbreakable spirit, have endured the pain of the fire
to breathe free with the drink of your fresh waters
these feet cleansed and tired, it is your quench I have desired