IV
The Moon reflects your depths
blacker than starless night
dream-time invites unreason
Pouring images of broken psyche
I dream of you as a body of water
the ocean imprecisely
it was not a blessing nor a premonition
Peering in on me at the lunatic hour…

the agitation of the tides
moving onward, onward
stars are burning up as ashes in the night
Spilling into the mouth of light
Turning the Milky Way over the core
a mirror of the Sun pointing to eternity
Distilling light into endless dreams

by Juliette Sandoval

A Natural History