Witnessing the blood moon

Oh! my dear Moon,

How much I long to live in the shades of you,

holding my dear son,

for he witnessed how I am with you,

the openness in my heart,

felt in every spatial space of orientation,

dissolving the pain that pierced my nerves,

your voice that calmed my mind,

your rays that embraced my flaws,

don't you leave me in here,

alone in the crowd,

craving with a greed in love,

but take me along with you,

a journey around the Earth,

orbiting the lines of reflection,

whispering through the rays of sunlight,

falling on us,

shaping the mere birth of a soul,

growing through phases to surface,

a full-blown glow of breath,

into the ground,

with a touch of yours,

in every moment,

I hover around you,

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I wonder, is it you who is following me,

or the other way around,

or either,

or neither,

but there isn't anyone like you,

who brings in the unspoken language of freedom,

thrashing through the turbulence of a quake,

to finally sit in the void of stillness,

protecting our aura from the surroundings,

awaiting the birth of a human,

for the people outside doesn't comfort,

but selfishly crash into to divulge the experience,

I only learnt the comfort of rest in your words of assurance,

the feminine energy piercing,

through the thick darkness of the wild,

burning the churns, 

the maternal instincts and generations buried underneath,

suppressed to surface,

and you show up in every crease of night,

the lights of yours, 

the stillness of warmth,

falling upon us,

promising,

Always here, there, and everywhere.