Moon light shines down on my path
Will it show the way?
Please my lunar queen
Show me the way
To honor you
Maiden your gentle touch
Stirs my passion
Mother of all
Provider and nurturer
In you bosom I weep
Crone you complete the cycle
Wise one dark one
In the end I come to you
Hear me Goddess
As I cry for your help
Show me the way
The way to the truth
The way to be at one with all
To see the wisdom
In every rain drop
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Yeomans work here, Ismael...Crisp, tight & mellifluously smooth structure... Innovative subject matter...strong poetic elocution...overall solid craftsmanship. FjR