Under a dark sky in which I know the moon is near
My breath begins to cycle again.
A time of night in which there is some solace to this ache of the chest.
Sleepless and sorrowful until the desert air held me.
A summons for a dawn that will perhaps bring reprieve from a lover’s longing.
Shining stars begging me to look up.
The rhythm of my animal heart knows how to beat.
It pumps, and provides, and assists in what must be removed.
Tiny prayers for the acceptance of this death.
The rarest opportunity to allow my offerings to be free of conditions.
To make my devotions generous with no barriers, nor need to be requited.
As the elixir of my essence will change flavor, I will still exist.