I feel the cool breeze over my legs
Touching me like a lover does.
Calming me into the silence
Of the night and the stars.
Hushing all my fears,
Cooling all my tears.
In the garden of her night
I listen to the goddess.
And she lulls all the voices
In reverent silence.
The grace of a moonless night
And a gentle wind appears to me
Like an arch angel�s wings.
Covering me in feathers of silence.
And I am taken back into my
Dark mother of night.
An owl goddess or lily sprite.
I see the tops of the trees
Being touched by her fingers.
Waiting for her to touch me as well
I close my eyes and wait.
The prayer is about to begin.
The sanctuary is being opened.
And I am about to disappear.
