Beneath a Silver Moon the Wind
Beneath the silver moon
As Wind
I danced on crisp white snow
I wore her as a jewel on me
For everyone I know
I swept into the shadows
A silent drifting light
As I became the song
from the horned owl
rising into a starry night
To wisk into the grey wolf
Panting hot and cold white mist
against the chilling air
Was pleasant and love kissed
I came to stalk the one
Who silenced me with rain
I came to fly with ease
A dragon I became
Spit-Fire from a flaming sun
And Earth Oh how I dwelled
Beneath a Silver Moon
The magickal muse concealed
A spiralling I go
Across the ice my breath
Beneath a Silver Moon the Wind
And Babe hath come to rest
To bring the fruit
And plant the seed
Upon the wind and the moon
Into my Breath a Goddess
Oh come she may yet soon!
For I am the Wind
Each Breath I am
Beneath the Silver Moon!
© 2007 Lori Foster/Rain 7:13
Waxing to Full
