in the star-strewn garden of night,
Seeds of moments, watered by words softly spoken,
mined now like gold dust-
bedded down before the cold snap, down below
last night’s shuttered eyes,
where early morning lights pierce like ice growing underfoot.
turn inside out, do not be afraid
let the silky night slide over and deep under you
when the point digs into your skin, push
onto it, welcome it
your next form will be scarred with power
a warrior’s reward.