beneath a weeping moon she sleeps
tears in loves garden the secrets she keeps
marking footfalls on rain
while binding flowers in chain
twisting petals to shape a name
left to sea in a bottle full of flame
how much we need of love
like wings of the eternal dove
wight and soft as sky
they hold us as we fly
across the night alone
ten thousand years it seams to roam
born in the marks of man
a stela scoured by flying sand
bearing marks of the Goddesses hand
as the water of her love renews the land