She starts to wane, she with the man
and the rabbit. Feminine, Masculine,
at times both, at full powerful. Pulls
on me like she does the waves, pulls
my head up to gaze, to drink in her light.
Sometimes mysterious, parting clouds.
Sometimes alone and bearing down,
Stars kneeling. Best when newly-risen
ochre or imagined pink. Steady, giving.
Brings my dream world to life, shining.