Our Daughter, our Sister
Our Mother, our Gran
Our dearly departed
Who is born again
Silver Silver, sky treasure
Night-born and ancient
Youthful perfection
Sylph-like and sainted
Now comes the Maiden
Forsaking shybess
Receiving her Lover
Eternal and timeless
And so she’s Mother
Her peace is a beacon
Her journey continues
Her fullness creation
And now the let-going
Of what isn’t her own
She grows while reducing
She has become Crone
But light-absent night
Waits ever beyond her
To what new beginning
Her body to usher?