Sacred moment on a Friday night

I look up into the mirror
where clouds are brooding
shading the star light
blocking the moon light
feet up
head back
cupping amber in my hands

I look up into the mirror
where the clouds are drifting
shifting to make room
for tiny glimmers of 
faint hints of moonlight
toes wiggling 
eyes wandering
sipping cool warming liquid

I look at the mirror
where the clouds are moving
my hair is blown a little too
legs stretch 
eyes close
and I breathe in deeply
breathe out slowly
legs stretch
eyes open

I look again into the mirror
looking a question
finding a smile in reply
hold my breath 
blink back a tear
I am here
I am here

through whispy clouds
moonlight and starlight

I smile in return


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