lady day. my spirit in the dark. sister of the same pain. seeking some semblance of the joy to which we are deserving.
may your soul find rest and mine find what it will.
and push on we will
free like summer smiles and written blackness.
may we travel light.
on and until we become moons
until we find seats in the homes of our own makings
built high and strong off love and deeper things.
until we do.