The moon was new,
mistakes erased
Tears streamed down her cheek,
her contentment was prudent
Hopeful for dreams to come true,
for buried intentions to be realized;
or ensue
Illuminated by the eclipse for a brief moment,
for her heart was open;
but just as quickly it retreated,
like the moon in its mystery
She spoke of little words;
as she was in a foreign land;
for her tongue has been lost,
deeply and within
She wept at the idea of an ending
Her intuition enveloped her,
emblazed,
feeling of warmth,
with a smirk,
she is not lost
Waving her wand,
for she was answering her right of birth.