November New Moon

 

 

As she sat gazing
at night skies on the eve
of the November New Moon,
a voice came to her,
and it whispered in her ear:
 
“Shrug off the past,
all the yesterdays gone by,
shrug off the hurt,
the tears, the pain, the sighs,
shrug off what was,
let it go, with love, say goodbye,
it is time in this space
of transition between timelines.”
 
Many hours she stayed watching
spent a few in dreamland too,
it’s when dawn breathed a breath,
that she felt it, pure relief,
a weight had been lifted,
it’s a cycle now complete,
and the morning breeze her whispered:
 
“Paint the future you desire
in full colour, full of deeds,
‘tis time to dream that dream
with the things that your heart meets.”