- Vol. 09
- Chapter 11
Three Of Moons
Mountains and waves coalesce, pushed along on invisible rails.
Clouds bloom from the mellow currents, white balloons drawn by young hands.
Gatefold skyline, the towering palms shake hands in the dusk.
Three of moons, this is not a home I know.
What was heavy now weighs nothing.
An archipelago of stars defend the night, holding back both earth and sky.
From the water, I was born and I shall one day return.
Formed from variations of wind, the night is safe.
You are not alone.