The land of the seven moons is ours,
beloved.
Quiet light covering our bodies.
Our bodies, invisible.
Go—dance as you like.
Go—build and break, love and separate,
be kind and unfair, just and cruel.
But return.
Return to this sacred rock.
I have kept a fire burning for you.
I have built a roof for your winter.
Vaishali Paliwal
Moonwater 