I cry when I bleed

Poetry

The portal was open, but no one travelled this red tide to meet me. 
I remember how much I miss them now.
Yet there is magic here.
Creation power in this dark realm.
Bare feet on earth,
sun on skin,
breeze in hair,
cool waters cleansing.
Maui too, he reminds me that I can shape-shift, and walk between worlds.
So on the still, black night
my ruru-self glides,
swiftly and silently 
to the secret places.
Sacred stones collecting,
that I might build another heaven.
Perhaps then they will join me.