"She is a gatherer"

I.

"She is a gatherer: moonlight, found wishes, moments of gratitude." - Monique Duval

I gather moonlight
at the tip of my toes;
it tingles as it
slides toward my center.
It lights me up
amidst the darkness
and sends waves of coolness
rippling through my body;
I am a deep mere
and the galaxies
reflect in me.
The sheen of the moon
illuminates my pathways
so that I am gently led
into the unknown, and the
instinctual fear of the dark
is lifted.
With the majesty of the moon
at my feet,
and inside,
my gathered llight
can shine beyond my dreams.

II.

"She is a gatherer: moonlight, found wishes, moments of gratitude." - Monique Duval

I gather found wishes

in the space between my breasts,

right beside my heart,

where the beating of my pulse

keeps desire alive.

I store those lost wishes

in the hopes that I 

can give them back

in reality;

a keeper of heart and

a bringer of dreams

I shall be.

I hope that it's known

that wishes only become truth

when released,

and then found,

and they can be increased

sevenfold.

III.

"She is a gatherer: moonlight, found wishes, moments of gratitude." - Monique Duval

I gather moments of gratitude

truly in my heart,

where it fuels my lifeblood

to pump through my body

and circulate through my veins;

it encourages me to carry on,

pass it on,

pass it on.

All individual moments

equal more than 

the sum of their parts,

and the summation of all moments

is beyond measure.

A dream beyond measure,

a hope beyond all hope;

to give all that I have been given

and to feel any more feelings of thanks.

I gather;

I store;

I share;

I am.

She gathers, she stores, she shares, she is.

She is a gatherer;

moonlight, found wishes,

moments of gratitude.