Poetry By Willow Dancer





"The Dance"


When did it start nobody knows
silver bands on hands and toes
clad only in your purest light
we gather on this magick night.

Arms raised high we call for thee
in love and light so you may see
guardian of our faith and love
Goddess of the moon above.

A rite we chant on sacred ground
hear the haunting joyful sound
a dancers dream we go about
circle weaves us in and out.

Your children all, we live and learn
bells are rung and bonfires burn
We are as one we sing with glee
Blessed Mother, Blessed be!

Willow Dancer
10 - 26 - 02


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