Moon Time the moon calls me and the river answers tattooing my legs and feet seeking the ground her center, and The Great River Herself that feeds and washes us all clean. As my tears have cleansed my heart and opened the gates, the barriers like a dam, burst and broken by tears. A heart free and cleansed a river of tears that breaks the damn barriers. setting me free again to allow the ebb and tides of the truth in me flow. I dream of white horses their coats etched with silvery lacework shimmering in the wind they run wild on a bright green hill the early sunrise splits the sky with white rays Like a great bright star and flashing silver horses awaken me And I remember that I am tattooed by the moon that calls me a woman and I. Her.

jan 5, 2004 - ELM