Two Widows

Day/Night

The Day is here

I weep

with one eye

For when Night will come

darkness will come feed

from the other.

My sorrow is such milk

that never runs dry.

Tenderly

I tuck my heart

to sleep.

Shell

Pathfinders

Spirit of the wolf, guide me through the night, when the bitter winds howl at my heart. Spirit of the wolf, when you go after the moon, alone and away, with wisdom, with instinct, show me the way, to stand for myself and to trust.
Side by side we go, seeking our “raw” self until we forget names and become : pathfinders