Three a.m. tick-tock mind
through dreams she moves
and in silence she wakes,
listening to the beat
of a universe vibration.
Crystal girl hanging
in the space of a breath,
she slips into the chill
of a pre-morning calling,
wake, wake gentle spirit,
the time to rise has come.
Whispered prayers of a new day born,
as the crescent hangs high,
a smile dancing on wisps of clouds
she gazes and giggles
at the frivolity of her moods,
and sings her silent song of praise.
Letting go is the new translucent moment,
and in her wake she leaves
fractured particulate of sparkles,
glinting like diamonds and quartz,
held close to her heart
she is reborn again in an image
she remembers from the ghosts of the crones
who came before time began.
Listen, she says with a nod,
they know the way forward…
and she follows with a grateful heart.
Moving into the day on light steps
she dances in the darkness of the now,
comforted in her strength
she rises and knows
all is well in her world.