Isn't it funny, Love
The way the moon calls to us
So differently
Our homes in the opposite end of the cycle
I live in the comfort of the new moon
The blank slate
The wiped clean, calm, new start
When emotions are grounded
Dark skies and low light
You find solace in fullness
The crescendo
The place of release in light
When you can recharge energy
Aglow with clarity
We wax and wane
A balance of energy
Meeting each other throughout
These phases of change
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