Divine Feminine

Late at night I look to the stars searching for myself –

the ethereal being that exists beyond and within

this solitary body yearning to run with her as she

bounds fearlessly across shimmering galaxies as if

they were tepid rivers lapping at her bare feet

while the moon watches on in wonder,

catching my voice in crystalline hands

spreading my words like diamonds

across an inky black sky, each carrying a plea

for her to return and make me whole again.