The Snow Moon lifts
and everything unnecessary freezes
only the true pull remains
clean, unmistakable
I govern by tide
fixed water under moonlight
what comes closer does so willingly
what drifts away was never bound
Desire gathers in the dark
not loud, not asking
a smolder beneath the frostline
felt before it is touched
This moon closes a long-held loop
after patience has spoken enough
what failed to rise dissolves
without argument, without return
I follow the lunar pull forward
toward those who recognize it
toward the future already signed
where the water itself holds trust