A song to Mother Moon - or rather an enchantment

 

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