Curving along the edge of the moonlight
the hands that spans the ages
whisper no hurt or hate
only turn back that which is evil
and send it home to rest
the shadow that falls beneath the stars
can warm like the heat of day
bless with its silvered touch
heal like the rain in spring
walk out to the night alone
feel the coming of calm and peace
forgotten by most but felt by the blessed
flow through the veins and breathe deep
take the time to stand still and feel
the power the ancient ones keep