Why do you cry dear one?
Whatever is the matter? It's the moon's fault, I say. It pulls on all that is inside. The love that has accumulated. The love that is unrequited. The love for those that are no longer. The love that is hidden, withheld or never given. The moon pulls on all that is inside, I say. It pulls so it can rise like the tide and flow. Flow into the world to where it longs to be. It is moon's fault, I say. D Gushue 07may2020 The Flower Moon