Sky welcomed the Snow Moon tonight,
so I sat down by candlelight,
looked up and embraced her motherly care.
I told her about my darkest mind affair.
“If I had a soul to open up my heart to…
I think I’d break.”- I told her.
“Break like a porcelain doll,
break like a turquoise tessarae,
fall into their everlasting arms
and let myself become a storm
of past regrets and hot tears”.
“But you can’t?”- said she.
“But I can’t”- echoed I.
“Please tell me, my dearest child’’- said she,
“which cloud painted you shameful of your own rain?”
I refused to speak.