Tears of the
Moon
by Lady
Abigail
Across time my spirit is called to a
sound,
Silence and low from a place not yet found.
Tears of the moon call
my ancestors come.
Their voices I hear like some distance drum.
A
drumming familiar to my wondering heart,
Beckoning me come like the fire to
the spark.
Drifting in memories misplaced long ago,
I seek what is lost
veiled in the flow.
Concealed in shadows of a mystical
night,
Transported in darkness soon there is light.
Thirteen ravens and
thirteen stones,
Songs from a past that few have known.
Each
glittering drop of dew on the ground,
Brings life to this spiraling circle
round.
I dance to the drums of Mother Earth,
My spirit reborn in a mystic
rebirth.
The moon holds me in Her shimmering embrace,
She fills my
spirit with Her love and grace.
Solitary hearts in a circle of
stones,
Dancing together we are never alone.
The glistening lights
surround me in blue,
Spirits besiege me in this circle anew.
Tears of the
moon call my ancestors come.
Their voices I hear in those distance
drums.
By; Lady
Abigail
High Priestess Raven's
Grove Coven
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