In our minds we see the dark
close to us, the lines aren’t stark.
Hero’s journey, on the path,
within our slipstream, we’ve a raft.
The Moon above us leads the way
to settings where the angels stay.
I go there nightly in my dreams
where all is not how it would seem.
In sunlight brightness, gleam and shine
that’s June’s work met when it’s her time.
But shadowlands are just what’s said.
They’re deep in us, that is their cred.
Peer ever downward to your soul.
Seek questions more than answers whole.
And when May spools to June the 1st
we’ll see what bubbles we have burst.