LITTERATEUR REDEFINING WORLD MAGAZINE, AUGUST 2026
Tonight, I am the moon’s envoy,
bare feet awash in silver.
Longing settles in me—
spark or ember, I remain.
Thunder soft as cat paws,
storms now gentle memory.
I flutter, no longer afraid,
teaching darkness to move gently.
Tonight, I find comfort
in the moon’s borrowed light,
trusting dawn will come.