12/20/2025
Her Heart in the Moon’s Keeping
She rises when night unfolds its soft dark wings,
sitting beside the moon as if it were an old friend
who remembers her childhood songs.
In the hush of the stars she breathes,
and the sky breathes back.
She thinks of Mother Earth long before sorrow,
when her feet knew every curve of the soil,
and the rivers spoke her name with joy.
Her heart drifts homeward on a quiet wind,
carrying stories older than time.
Flames once danced with her beneath cedar smoke,
lifting sparks into the waiting night.
Her laughter mingled with drumbeats,
her shadow spinning like a wild prayer
given freely to the land.
Now she leans into the moon’s warm silence,
letting memory wrap around her like a woven shawl.
The stars echo the rhythm of the old dances,
and she, still their daughter, listens
honoring all that was, all that remains.
(Art by Serin Alar)
🖊️Poem: Piahn
