Always see the moon

Fire sends messages we don't always like to hear

the tender sparks are crackling, they will always disappear

To the many Healing sounds our physical ears are tuned

living through this precipice we will always see the moon

Archives of dancing flames can spark within  joyous notes

filling up the airways with fine and vital quotes

Smoke can send messages way out to distant lands

filling up the silence where discovery is found in sands

Out across the world at large stirrings can be heard

so we write down what we hear within the earthly runic word

Inscriptions have long stood ground in rocks and tablets raw

we read them with our psychic eyes this is the unwritten law

We stand on ground that is shaky even at it's best

we must live to learn within our world our well tilled hearty quest

Julie

November 2025