Cloak of Light
She was covered in a cloak of light from the full moon
through an open window.
She had invited me into the sanctuary of her beginnings.
It felt safe there.
Luminous stars glowed from her ceiling,
placed there by her parents before her birth.
Now they looked down on us like a hundred
witnesses to her childhood.
What lovely nights had they seen?
As I asked that question of myself,
she moved my hand to her center
where the soft rhythms and heat of
pure acceptance began to grow.