
The Marking of a New Moon
Watching the waves come in
Rushing in
enough time for Meeting first
Like moon crossed lovers
before crashing together
A cathartic embodiment of fluxation
A mirror of infatuation
With what’s to come
looking forward on
to the foam within the vastness
of the darkness
fluid and bright
as they write sat beside me
2 and a half metres in between
nestled in front of the cacti
grounded in concrete
above the clay-like sand
That’s holding temporality
within the imprints of our feet
we write for the future
for manifesting
in this moment together
pass me the pen
i write my wishes
for the marking of my quarter
of my century pass
walk towards the ocean
see it caving in
onto my feet
and offer our words on paper
and our gratitude through silent echoes of voice
And Resonant frequencies of dreaming
absorbed
by the cyclical sound of the tides
in then out
the breath of the earth
but more perpetual
than humanity’s lungs combined
my feet now soaked
With blood circling through me
adrenaline comes in waves
like the sea
engulfed are our wishes
through blue ink on paper
dissolved into the ether
of our fire meeting water
submission into faith
trusting in beyond
A quarter of a century
A Solar return
Synergised with
Almost synchronised with
the marking of a new moon