Waxing gibbous
Floating high above the trees,
Shining white face
Guards our path.
Great Mother,
looking down,
can you see who I am?
Can you see inside me
and look full upon my soul?
I know that you can.
What do you think
of the person that you see?
Can you tell me?
Provide a word of counsel, please.
I do so wish to know.
Which path do I walk?
What direction do I go?
