Water Wolf
A poem
Water wolf ,
I see your eyes in the dark,
Invoke your name.
These whispers that have hung so heavy in my throat,
burst past the boundaries of their fanged catacombs,
A deluge of feeling,
Trembling against the bones of time.
Oh, how deeply you’ve marked my heart.
Filled it with the echoes of love.
Planted and nourished,
Not with my tears
But the rush of blood in my chest,
Over flesh and stones.
Tonight, we are but two wizened creatures
Stalking the dark.
Of water and earth,
Of moonlight and gods.
Originally written 1/13/2025, Moon 24°00’ Cancer.
Thank you for letting me share my words with you.
-Gina
Beautiful!
Dearest Gina,
Thank you for your beautiful words. I’ve been sitting with this one over many sips of tea and have read it many times already 😅❤️🥹🙏 It lands particularly tender this Cancer moon (which I love that you initially wrote it under a Cancer moon and shared it again at this time ✨) and the depth of presence and love woven in is so appreciated, seen, held, and honored. It carries the essence of a river woven by a gardeners hands grown under moonlight, tears and burning love. the kind of hands that are both soft and immensely strong simultaneously. It takes a weaver with a seer-poet warrior heart to hold a river and shape with it together the way path where the ´rush of blood over flesh and stones’ twine flow and ´tremble against the bones of time’ ~ so beautiful ✨ The ´Fanged Catacombs’ is filled with her own deluge of gateways and very timely for me to sit with as for the past month or so I’ve been listening with, an article that’s been working me connected to the Catacombs that came clear as a bell with that word as a doorway in all her fangs indeed ~ I love the magic of consciousness colliding ✨😅 The presence and energy offered through this one gateway is giving me pause to reflect on this new dimension you offer here enfolded and echoing my own dimensions, inviting me to cook and listen with longer this piece whispering me as I descend ever further into thresholds with such fanged catacombs of my own that hold such whispers as you say, to burst through with ´the echoes of love ´. This energy here rippling like light streaming through the water wolf walking the rivers. Singing of Grief and Hope. Love. Echoed howls under the eyes of stars and those old gods, I really loved that part too. Okay all of it 🤣❤️
Immensely honored to receive your generous invitations for reflection and sit with your heart and all the beauty moving through it, thank you dear light 🤲✨🌹🌌 (alright gotta go cry some more with this one, cancer rising under cancer wolf supermoon reading moon woman magic writing in cancer, whewf I tell you what - but it’s sooo gooood ❤️🔥🎆😅🙏❤️) Many beautiful wishes your way, oh and this very dearly held beauty comes to my heart to share as I sit with your garden magic here.. the Gardener from Rabindrinath Tagore, an excerpt:
« My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds. »
xo 🌹 A fellow moon faerie
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