Prayer for the Goddess of the Moon

See her in the dusk trod sky, the Goddess of the Moon

Cast in pearled luminescence, drinking from the cool waters below

Her loving light, fractured by the chop, sends waves that pull the tides of my being

and in her lucid songs I am lulled to sleep 

Loving Mother, guide us, the night travelers

May we walk in your wake, our eyes accented silver

See her amidst the cosmic fires, the Silver Wheel

And watch how she gentles the starlight with her naked smile

What mysteries might be tucked into the cradle of her heart

whisked by the vibrations of some phantom tune?

Wise Mother, guide us, the night travelers

May we bathe in frosted lakes, our bodies refracting you

See her in the lavender dawn, the Mother of the Night,

Pink lace draped across her shoulders, breathing the last of the lake-top fog

She’ll soon be kissed by the day, nestled in folds of golden sunlight

and so she whispers with the breeze, a melody of spun silk:

Be gentle, my children, for through me flows the river of peace

And know that each night I shall guide you in my light and in my heart