In ancient faerie forest
Midst giant oaks
And dancing rivers
My fleet footsteps
Pounding heartbeat
Violate the serenity
Yet my mother, the moon,
Is my silent permission.
Her voice is mine
And mine is hers
And the taste
Of blessed secrecy
Fires my blood, my feet
Are roots, my arms
Branches
Amidst my leaf-hair flitting
In the midnight breeze. My sisters and I
Embrace the rain, find solace in ourselves
And one another, each breath
A melody
In the harmony we weave. And
As the song fades, our merry parting
Is a promise of tomorrows light.