Blue-white light of stars

Moon moored in eternal sea

In the tree's moving visions

leaves whirl and spin on the current

Limbs sway in prayer to ancient song

Shhhh...The Old Ones murmer

They know your name

I hear it clear as the sky void of clouds

You are a sailor on the wind

Tease my wild hair into a tangle of sighs

We cruise crystal seas in a ship called Magic

Float weightless as birds on this ocean

Until dawn breaks the spell

and we surrender to earth's turning

(c) Linda Gayton 2005