Under the dark skies
with the magic moon gone missing
I immerse self in waters
of a hot tub nestled here
in the shadowed mountains, lonely,
wordless, wandering, an anomaly
in this world.

The stars speak to me
and while they fly not fast to me
they shine strong and send their love.
My heart—possibility.
All is ground to powder. Only 
finest particles, pure potential, yet
Love remains.

I rise naked now,
put on the white robe of promise,
awaiting Spirit's movement,
swaying to dream of music,
seeing myself already formed,
reformed alchemically, transformed into
promised life.