Bids me...

Tonight I wear the Moon...
Vaulted, as she is in heavens clouded.
The chill of winter’s coming,
her light brings warmth to my soul.
The paleness and reflection of
he who came before, bids me
on wards to blessed things.
As the clouds obscure her Divine face,
I morn the lose of Light
and Love.
Yet winds breathtaking movements
bring her back once more.
The song she sings, is for me as alone.
And I taste the Joy that is...