Turning With The Days

Turning with the Days Form: Tail Rhyme (AABCCB) Gate 1 of “The Living Voice: The Moon Phases” I. The crescent wanes, then waxes wide, As shadows stretch across the tide. The stars begin their hush. The morning dreams still cling to skin, While silence hums its sound within. The trees in stillness blush. II. I turn as does the sky above, In rhythm with the pulse I love. Each moment makes its mark. The days unravel, coil, and spin, Revealing truths once held within— A torch beneath the dark. III. So let the spiral wind my name, A song of light, of dust, of flame. No path is ever lost. I turn, the tide becomes my way, The moonlight folds into the day— And I, in breath, embossed.