Moonlight Voice
The night fell into me in pieces.
First, the stars:
filling in the freckles on my cheeks.
Then the full moon:
its halves splitting to rest beneath my eyes.
Everywhere I walked the trees swayed toward me.
The wind was the voice I used to speak of you with.
I looked down into the pale waters,
the moon rising in my chest,
and heard a dulcet voice in my eyes say,
"This is you now, reborn."
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