Grow

I want to grow graciously outward,
To leave behind the Riverbend,
To drop what I can do without,
Come quietly to myself again.

I want to riddle up and secret down,
Do more than simply long to go,
I want to find that tune in me
To strengthen strings and follow flow.

I want to find a sacred song,
An answered prayer, a name and verse--
By seeking you, I seek myself,
And so, your love I follow first.

Moon

Light is not a natural place
for those who set their roots in darkness.

Some of us have lived in winter for so long,
Spring is the most torturous bloom.

The night swallowed us.
Still, we found the moon.

~TL Shreffler