We stood together barefoot,
hand-in-hand,
in the mostly darkened night

Lightly lit by a mixture
of streetlights
and the somethings of the sky

Feeling the warmth of her mere
existence
ignites the lost light in me

Where we unify our breath,
waiting for
the New Moon to set us free

Dried ground and sharp blades of grass
stabilize,
extracting, and we release

Together we ask the earth
to absorb 
the pain; take what we don’t need

Moments after hugging tight,
our request
accepted by Mother Earth

The last clinging connection,
sliced by last
attempts to menace our worth

Through recognizable tears,
we embraced,
as familiar villains strike

Our souls sit with a knowing,
the New Moon
intervention mode… ghostlike

*(this feels unfinished, but not sure where to go…)