A New Moon from the Water Bearer

“Is she back?” a voice whispers, high hopes lining its tone.

A familiar light glares through a window

yet it bears fresh and unfamiliar

under a new moon in the near distance.

A bubble of grief dissipates

as words tumble off of pages

and into foresight

A feeling once known as inspiration

now feels like a new skin, a new acceptance.

“Is she back?” a voice whispers, high hopes lining its tone.

The unknown still creeps below the surface

while a gentle hope tugs at the seams

In time it will all come together

It will all come back in flow.

What a beautiful notion

to a honor a life that once was

while another mourns and prays

in hopes of feeling its love again.

She is hopeful

She is careful

She is ready to return.