Shadows swirl across a quiet mountain lake
Alabaster skin reflects softly under silver light
There had been a message of mysterious happenings
Dancing, chanting, wild things in the woods at night
She was one of them
Moon child of the old mother
Face turned into her soft rays
The wind whispers through her hair
Telling secrets of times long past
Faster and faster she twirls, twisting high in the air
Embracing the perfect sound
Allowing her soul to soar
"O Goddess of old, ancient one who gave us birth
I give to thee my creative mind, the center of imagination
Flow through me, allow me to be free"
She sang three times on the breeze
Words taken up into the starry skies
She slows and wraps her arms around her middle
Feeling the power of ages seep into her bones
Moon child of the old mother