Today as the world is waking
I walk through the cool clear possibility of morning
With the rounded moon above me
And golden-winged beauty fluttering in my open palm.
Translucent glow of failing butterfly wings
Alight with sunlight’s final kiss,
Delicate transparency of Luna
As she dies in surrender to her beloved Sol
Through all this birth and death and birth
Through all this delicate sorrowing joy
My breath my eyes my ears my heart my blood my bones
Carry me relentlessly
Toward my own reluctant Leaving
One Grace-filled stumbling step at a time.
I am the butterfly
I am the moon
I am the resurrected Light
I AM
(c) Lily Whitehawk
Winged World Girl 