Silent Moon

Silver you fly, a ghost in the sky,
 Like a ship on an endless deep sea,
 You are a Goddess, to this holy novice,
 A spiritual refugee.
 So to you I dedicate my rites,
 Guardian of the mystery of the night.
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 You are silent moon,
 You are silent moon.
 My right hand it catches, you power as it waxes,
 A silver smile in the night,
 I feel you growing, the seeds I am sowing,
 Blessed by the maiden's moonlight.
 On this night when you are born anew,
 Lady I will share my dreams with you.
 When you are waning and times they are changing,
 I offer into your care,
 In a world gone insane, you heal the pain,
 As the Mother you're always there.
 Lady you are Mother of the Tides,
 Standing here where land and sea collide.
 I cannot see you but I can feel you,
 When the veil has hidden your face,
 And as the Crone you lead the dead home,
 To the comfort of your embrace.
 Yes I know that everything must die,
 But for now I ask you pass me by.