Clane Dawn... / 3

a simple landscape touched by moon and sun at same time. a magic balance of all opposing energies. a birth day. in ancient days our ancestors honored this moment, rightly. they lived what we have lost - a full-filling sense of moment. standing there, alive to the wonder. one becomes silent inside, sees something through the mist and slow motion of becoming.

i thought of you and let you go instantly. how it is that you never have faith in the magic, and how you are blinded and bedeviled by your own dark forces. a prisoner of the unresolvable pain you carry and manifest so destructively. i was sad for you and knew you have your own fate you must face alone.

at the window, i let you go. quietly touched by the breath of the new moment before me and within.