to all my selves i’ve lived and the ones i’m yet to meet:
through age and time;
like the moon itself that wanes and waxes, wanes and then waxes,
and returns,
spilling with light.
spilling with life.
spilling from mouth into the laps of gods
win.
live.
love.
and know,
i love you like that light.
that moon.
that waning and waxing.
learning and loving.
bathing and shining.
even the darkness is embraced.
to wane and wax with you
is an adventure of a lifetime.
