Rising Spirit

Beneath the ocean wave he falls, His duty done as night-time calls, I raise my eyes from cauldron spoon, My spirit lifts to greet the moon. The darker powers reign each night, Yet know no fear nor feel no fright, She’s dancing light upon the dune, My spirit lifts to greet the moon. I ponder much while on this shore, My Pagan heart in lunar lore, Within her light can now commune, My spirit lifts to greet the moon. Unseen the path that I must walk, In silent words I humbly talk, By powers found in sacred rune, My spirit lifts to greet the moon. Form: Roundelay