Like the moon, full on the horizon,
my intentions rise, loom large,
light up the night full of uncertainty.
I adjust the lens, focus on my vision
and let all distractions fall away.
There is only this moment.
I mean to make it mine.
As the moon rises higher,
it seems to grow smaller.
But perspective is everything.
When all seems too far away,
I close my eyes and rise.
The night no longer seems dark.
It is the womb of dreams, of secrets
waiting to be whispered.
Possibility rises from within.
All is birthed by intention.
It’s time. I cast my spell to the wind.©2019 Joanne Young Elliott
