Silent Moon

Silver you fly, a ghost in the sky,

Like a ship on an endless deep sea,

You are a Goddess, to this holy novice,

A spiritual refugee.

So to you I dedicate my rites,

Guardian of the mystery of the night.

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You are silent moon,

You are silent moon.

My right hand it catches, you power as it waxes,

A silver smile in the night,

I feel you growing, the seeds I am sowing,

Blessed by the maiden's moonlight.

On this night when you are born anew,

Lady I will share my dreams with you.

When you are waning and times they are changing,

I offer into your care,

In a world gone insane, you heal the pain,

As the Mother you're always there.

Lady you are Mother of the Tides,

Standing here where land and sea collide.

I cannot see you but I can feel you,

When the veil has hidden your face,

And as the Crone you lead the dead home,

To the comfort of your embrace.

Yes I know that everything must die,

But for now I ask you pass me by.