Full Moon Dreaming

I haven’t felt this before a lifetime ago

I know it’s temporary so I try so hard to ignore

But still feel the deep sick of panic low in my guts

At the edge of the fjord; ice crystals beneath my boots

I will look to the clean blue water 

With fur under your throat, my gloved hand

In a dream after the moon

Washed this earth and my cheeks

I climbed the small hill back to the cozy inside

Of my cabin fire and sheets