Rise of the blood moon
I wake at 11:11
Then again at 12:12
I watch the solar eclipse at night
A burning sphere in the sky
Raging red at first
Then red is eaten by a blinding light
Illuminating clouds of silver haze

I stay on the rooftop for hours
Chin tilted to the stars
Feeling myself align
With the cosmos, space and time
Breathing deep and tuning in
To the Universe I am made of

I reflect, I am present, I dream
As the blood moon slowly turns
In its final minutes I sing
In a whisper of a voice
A lullaby for the moon
And feel our souls intertwine

Night becomes morning
I wake to my love
Our sensitive spirits merge
Our bodies become one
Slowly, slowly
Like the solar eclipse

I am reborn