Hope and Release
Hope The Supermoon spills a silver thread, From heavens high to what lies ahead. It is the promise in the dark, A brighter future, a fresh start. The light says: "Look up, what you desire, Is drawn to you by lunar fire." The swollen disk, a mirror vast, Reflects the weight that's meant to pass. A silent heave, a gentle break, For all the burdens you must shake. The energy whispers: "Let it go, The deepest healing starts to flow."