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 fright. 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!
I’m all a flitter. My heart’s in a skitter from the idea of a new love.
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 the ghosts and 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!
