Paisley Moons
A blistering rave of paisley sparks on the cusp of a bittered and rigid night.
I watch as the tide dances to the beat and rhythm of nature.
The goddess dances with anticipation at the precipice of the new world of which we collectively dream to be.
Those dreams which drip from the wax of the moon and the wane of the stars overhead.
Sometimes she finds you awake and heading her demands upon you, waving in the heavens like a flag whipping in the wind.