Faerie Wings

On gossamer wings do faeries fly,
As pixies in their rosebuds lie.

Candle flicker, incense burn,
Spirit to its home return.

Casting, divining, drawing down the moon,
Enter the circle of power soon.

Enchantment courts the seeking soul,
Projecting as the dream unfolds.

Waning moon or witching hour,
Offering of sacred dower.

Fertile womb of Mother Earth,
Skyclad from the great rebirth.

Scattering of telling rune,
Sisters unite by rite of moon.

Earth, Air , Fire , Water,
Elemental Goddess daughter