Hour Twelve: Stipulations for receiving

For my last official poem of the day, I followed the prompt.

Don’t panic
You may feel that there’s not a minute to spare
but the moon is not bound by your constraints

If you cannot hear her whispers at midnight
do not be alarmed
she has not deserted you

She will not reveal herself before you’re ready

The wait may be agonizing
but she will not appear before you a moment sooner
not until the lake is ripe to receive her

Then her reflected glory will be your reward
only then will you understand

The emblem on her breastbone serves a purpose
this will not be revealed

Simply accept that she is here for you
and act accordingly

(13 August 2016)

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