Ace of Cups

New moon, new swoon, I’m all abloom.
I’m inviting this enticing warmth into my stillroom.

A pitter-patter of love’s clatter
shatters old patterns,
breaking through the tatters
of what doesn’t serve.

I’m anew; I’m alight,
on this night of delight.
There’s no more plight.
It no longer resides in my chest, tight.

This concoction I’ve bottled
was brewed then stewed,
but never neglected nor coddled.
It just grew and grew.

I’ve been patient and kind,
minding my time,
biding my mind,
until my potion of emotion is: sublime!

My heart’s in my throat;
I’ve got a new anecdote.
This is my antidote!
With this positivity, I'm afloat.

I’m all a flitter
from the idea of new love.
My heart’s in a skitter,
giving me a gentle shove.

So, I release my creation,
with courage and elation.
I’ll never again hide me
or the love that’s inside me.

I'm finally alive, see?

I can feel any emotions that reside, freely,
not just the feelings that you made for me.
I can unmask and let go
of all the ghosts and the shadows
that still try to strangle me, tangle me,
dangle in front of me.
I forgive you; hear my plea:
Let me be.

On this darkened night,
I share with the world.
My soul’s uncurled.
It’s unfurled!
May it shoot out
its spark and light!