The early dawn speaks in moody color
Awakening with a recollection of my lunar mother
As she flew to my throat, this master of disguise
Determined to soften, to illuminate a vernal path of light
Wealth in blind faith, I will follow.
Nocturnal luster flutters forth, and I can see clearer now
Enchantment from the shadow depths
Change is apparent as I question purity at hand
Intuitive birth beginning from a mere thought
Wealth in blind faith, I do follow.
Spoken words from within rising to my lips
A collective emerges
Under the velvet moon we rise, voices void of sound, rich in color
Drawing innermost shadows to the canvas
Wealth in blind faith, we follow.
Searching for balance and beauty, a portal sought
In realms of truth and trust
Passage to where though? dare I ask
Uncertainty reigns under the velvet moon
But wealth in blind faith, I still follow.
~Sonya M. Fitzmaurice