From a velvet dark, I emerge,
a crimson tide where the moonlight once was.
My face, a mirror not of water,
but of your deepest, hidden pains.
I am the moment of honest reflection,
of shadows brought to light.
I feel the weight of every tear you’ve held back,
the burden of old wounds you carry.
This is not a time for chaos,
but for a gentle, yet firm release.
Let your grief surface, your anger pass,
as I stand here, a witness to your healing.
In my red glow, the physical world shifts.
The plants drink in my transformative light,
and the earth breathes a sigh of change.
This is a cycle of completion,
of shedding and becoming,
a quiet death that brings new life.
May my fleeting visit bring you courage.
May you release what no longer serves,
and stand tall in the clarity you’ve found.
My purpose is to offer this blessing:
to let go, to heal, and to rise whole.
This is my journey,
— Nate Long “Owl”