The Silver Star of Morning Light
Leads by heart through shades of night
Across the rainbow in the Sky
Towards the gold of the Most High
Upon the Ghostly Ship of Souls
Where stormy seas exact their toll
Her Lighthouse guides this
weaving trip
Into the Well whose flames I sip
By rising up Her Crystal Falls
I dance with swans in blessed
halls
I thank Her for this precious
boon
By serving love under Her Moon
Whose pouring chalice fills my
cup
With all the gifts Her Grace
dreams up
So I might share the wealth of love
And finally hold my dearest Dove.
The words dance with the cosmos - beautifully written.
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