Lady,



Sometimes in the morning

before the break of day

You whisper in my dreams...

At times the whisper is a song---

at times a memory of sadness

swiftly gone---



You whisper in my dreams...



Sometimes in the morning

while the mist lays on the hills

You dance the wild dance...

At times You dance alone and free---

at times Your siren music reaches

out to me---

You dance the wild dance...



Sometimes in the morning

while the day blooms with the sun

You live behind my eyes...

At times You bring exalted grace---

at times an unexpected vision of your face---

You live behind my eyes!



Blessed Be!

The Book Of Hours: Prayers to the Goddess

By Galen Gillotte