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Something is hypnotic and dream-spun about this poem—like wandering through a surreal memory where senses melt into each other. The opening lines feel like a gentle reverence for someone radiant, whose presence nourishes and transforms, “her love rains the / water garden beauty”—that image alone feels like soft rainfall through lilacs at dusk. Then the shift: a yearning takes hold. The speaker searching the sky, needing to “recall / the moon / singing,” and it’s both mystical and aching, like trying to remember a feeling more than a fact. The phrase, “honey chant / frantically,” is gorgeously strange—urgency tangled in sweetness.

“Friend storm watcher” might just be my favorite moment. Is it a person, a memory, a piece of the speaker’s own identity? It feels like a quiet nod to someone who understands chaos but finds beauty in it. And final image—“a petal / after worship”—is soft and sacred. Something spent, perhaps, yet still pure. Or maybe that’s the magic—it may mean something different to everyone.