Take time to be still.

Celebrate that wild drum song

that beats within your heart. 

You were never ordinary, child. 

You would always fall into that 

full flower moon. 

She would speak to us, 

and you couldn’t help but listen. 

Pulling you in like the tide,

handing you your own heart

so perhaps then you would 

lean into all those lessons

you have been longing to learn,

like dancing in a garden of roses.

All that perfume,

all that beauty, 

all those roots and thorns 

to remind us we are fragile,

yet strong.

I want to be like you,

wild girl. 

I want to fill up my mind

with the stars.