Full Moon’s Daughter

I dress in the color of the sea before a storm
Your tone of voice is hard and sharp as steel
I pull my shawl around my shoulders to keep warm
Your eyes of ice numb everything I feel

As if a rope is cut between us and my life boat is tossed
through a vast expanse of turbulence and water
I’m set adrift amidst the tears and though alone and lost
I remain and shall remain the full moon’s daughter

Feel all of it
Do not shut down
Do not close off any part of it

What is not or is spoken
How to guard, to keep open
the unshielded heart of a
full moon’s daughter

Expectation leaves me weary and your judgement wears me down
to where seemingly there’s hardly any choice
but to swim these seas at twilight and to pray
that I don’t drown
in the salty taste of swallowing my voice

As if a rope is cut between us and my lifeboat is tossed
through a vast expanse of turbulence and water
I’m set adrift amidst the tears and though alone and lost
I remain and shall remain the full moon’s daughter

Feel all of it
Do not shut down
Do not close off any part of it

What is not or is spoken
How to guard, to keep open
the unshielded heart of a
full moon’s daughter