TRUE

Here in my hand

a map of heaven

faint symbols traced by long ago magi

unfolded

edges shorn

yet my eyes understand

remembering

I know how to read the stars

secrets pressed like a lovers rose in Time between earthly pages

imprinted deeply

for only passion and trace memory survive the river Lethe

and the written word

a sages wisdom

hidden in plain sight

truncate the alchemist’s dream

and lead this life

dancing with the gods

beyond the realm of fear

~ZOE MOON