Mother Moon

With the world sleeping around me,
I stand beneath a comforter of dancing stars,
paying homage to my Mother Moon,
her bounty of silver surrounds me,
and I feel breathless in Her light.
The careless summer breeze
brushes over my face, a painters caress,
ruffling through my unbound hair,
creating little knots of binding.
My soul swells with love,
for my Blessed Mother Moon,
She guides me, keeps my heart safe,
and offers solace from my hurts.
I can dream, unrestricted by the waking world,
my eyes drink in the cold, tempered light,
my thirst is slaked by Her shadows.
I close my eyes and breathe deep,
Her scent of jasmine
fills my aching lungs,
and behind my veil of darkness
Her light glows bright and strong.
Soon, Father Sun, will dance across the earth,
bringing with Him my waking wishes,
but for now, I worship my Mother Moon.