Rifting, drifting, shifting at night. Wild, riled, a full moon’s light. Bring out the new, shed off the old. This is the night, once long foretold. Drifting, shifting, uplifting and bright. Mild, child, their reborn light. Shrug off the old, shed into bold. This is the night, let all unfold. Cleansing. Clearing. Renewal is near. Waxing. Waning. Bright and clear. Washing. Wishing. Let go of fear. Shedding. Spreading. Welcoming here. Uplifting, drifting, shifting at night. Preparing ourselves for full moon’s light. Shed off the cold, spread into bold. This is the night, one to behold. Cleansing the light. Clearing the night. Waxing our might. Waning our fright. Washing in right. Wishing for sight. Shedding a spite. Spreading a light. Rifting, drifting, shifting at night. Wild, riled, a full moon’s light. Bring in our new, shed off our old. This is our night, one for the bold.
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I just had a huge verbal spat last night - and found out a week ago that my application was accepted to live in an 1878 renovated into Courthouse Lofts- Im back in the Court building where we'd go for traffic crime hearings as of 3 am this morning - so this poem hit at a perfect time !!!
I had the best laugh session and weep fest today with a childhood friend and it was the best thing that’s happened to me in over a decade. We laugh often, but today we both wept. And then reminded ourselves that we have been through worse. And we survived. And we will. Thank you for the poetry.