I miss you
mother moon,
bathing in
your silver light.
On my lips
a magic tune,
dancing the
meadows late at night.
I hear the
wolfs song joining in,
feel his
breath right on my neck.
Hope his
favor I will win,
mother lead
him on my track.
Step by step
into
the woods I
dance with you tonight.
Hold me
close to you,
our souls
entwined like in a fight.
I feel the goddess
joining in,
her
thunderstorm has broken free.
Drenched
our clothes and hair and skin,
makes us
descendants of the sidhe*.
*sidhe [ˈʃiːə][dt.: schi] = old mythological fairy folk in ireland
