The beauty of her silvery glow
Brings magic to the night.
The enchantment slowly spreads and grows,
To everything in sight.

But to my heart the music sings
Far brighter than the light,
Calling to my very soul,
As it flitters through the night.

I hear it on the gentle breeze,
Her melody is haunting.
It whispers softly through the trees,
The rhythm of it taunting.

The music dances on the air,
Calling me to take flight.
Oh Grandmother, hear my prayear,
Sing your Moon Song for me tonight.

Raven Wing

August 28, 2010

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