Night after night I search each window pane from my bedroom
The moon is the main attraction, the scattered stars, my best view
I’m never looking for answers, just exploring the upper, outer field
I can feel my soul just kneel to what life has stored and will reveal
In a dream I can see myself looking classy, leaning on a balcony
The same stars shining through the gem on my neck, no agony
Just relaxing against my body as the air became wind for an instant
Then I opened my eyes once to see the vision’s more than distant
I separated the prophecy apart from any reading, truth is abliged
Even when it’s full, the crescent of the moon always lean in my eyes

-Lady Fiya
April 9th