Solar round, moon dancing, fruition in action, the universe's patterns eternal, mysterious - two heavenly bodies, dance partners in the cosmic galliard. Oh bless the sun, and bless the moon! Oh remember the dance and be glad, because the heavens remind us of the Divine patterns as deep as DNA, as inscrutable as a cell, as vital as breathing.
Dancer of mystery and twilight - but tenderness and purring: I remember you, nudging at my feet and gentle paws. May you cross over peacefully, and be free from travail.
Walking along, sea-salt in the air, Feet digging in, toes feeling briny sand. I follow scattered dreams, Moulded by water, thrown by current. They come in all shades and sizes, Broken externally, intact in the palm. Perhaps, if I pick up one, I hold a dream, a vision, something concrete.