I cannot have
enough pictures of
the sky,
or shards of
shell and sea,
or lument stories
of lantern love.

The kind whose light
shines so bright
it keeps bringing you
back to the path.

One dance with
the moon is enough,
to fill my star
quenched void.

I collect each moment
as a rosary,
pay homage to
a restless faith
who seeks the
something more.

It is only in
remembering from
where I came,
that I learn the way of
where I will go.