A three faced figure came to me as I slept, Told me of a hare moon that I must howl down. Stinging tears of silver light to be born From an eye central to my forehead heart. The day and the night as long and as short As breath inhaled and lost like the very last. Or the very first, the birth of spring time. "Celebrate with me" she spoke in tongues And I sang an ancient rhyme to a Green man Who stirred in me elemental love divine.