Crossing the dark moon

four

I remember drops of honey

roses whom stems bore no thorns

I remember the age where the only thing that stood between me and the puddle of water that came to life because of the rain was merely how far I could jump

I could stretch out my hand and touch the sky with the thoughts that spread from my heart to my fingers

and I could kick my legs out in a rhythm that called out to they whom awaited my arrival

the playful howling that escaped my lips was merely to alert others of my presence

gaining their attention as only a loved one could