Coming Home

A full moon in clear night skies, what a sight for sore eyes.
What peaceful restbit from the down pour of rain.
Fresh crisp air I breath tonight. I will sleep well no doubt.
The warm musty stench of damp pavement
No longer trapped under a hovering blanket of mist,
Similar to the early morning fog that hides the stars and muffles their brightness.
Those stars I so long to gaze upon.
And tonight I did.
Thousands of stars buring bright tonight,
As all my Goddesses came to me from the heavans,
To worhsip and honor with me the destructive fire that brought me months of rain.
A gift of rain that drained my stale energy and cleared my inner fog
So light could once again be seen shining like the stars.
Kali was the moon tonight and she shown brightly among the many Sun Goddesses.
A fullness of Her feminine presence felt in lunar symbology.
Tonight I settle into clearer vision, even through the arches of drooping, aching eyes...
That long for closing,
Rest,
And darkness.

So sleep well...
Float in my dreams through the night sky that spoke to me tonight.
I have missed it and welcome it's return.
I anticipate a home coming...