As the mare of the night strides out

Once more into the darkness,

Her feet create an ancestral path

Upon the solid, holding earth.

As the night strips her bare,

The solitary sense that remains

Is the deep knowing of her lostness.

 

On her withers, graceful, grateful –

She carries the wondrous honour of all that was.

The first real sensation is the mischievous caress of alchemical waters

tickling the skin of the small of her back,

and flowing stronger before surging out through the midnight web.

All around her and throughout her,

the Coyote waters unravel the knowing.

 

She journeys on with wild trust.

The touch of air beneath her Raven’s wings

Reminds of her of her constant companion:

Death, her soul friend, silently behind her,

Always beside her, witness to every pilgrim stride of her untamed journey.

 

Over her shoulder she smiles into

The face of her ultimate beloved.

She asks for his blessing as she throws herself into the arms of another;

Falling into midnight flames –

She hears the first sweet whispers of the gifts that have always lain in wait.

 

The Great Dawn bows to her. It knows her. It welcomes an old friend.

As the mare of the night strides out

Once more into the darkness,

Her feet create an ancestral path

Upon the solid, holding earth.

As the night strips her bare,

The solitary sense that remains

Is the deep knowing of her lostness.

 

On her withers, graceful, grateful –

She carries the wondrous honour of all that was.

The first real sensation is the mischievous caress of alchemical waters

tickling the skin of the small of her back,

and flowing stronger before surging out through the midnight web.

All around her and throughout her,

the Coyote waters unravel the knowing.

 

She journeys on with wild trust.

The touch of air beneath her Raven’s wings

Reminds of her of her constant companion:

Death, her soul friend, silently behind her,

Always beside her, witness to every pilgrim stride of her untamed journey.

 

Over her shoulder she smiles into

The face of her ultimate beloved.

She asks for his blessing as she throws herself into the arms of another;

Falling into midnight flames –

She hears the first sweet whispers of the gifts that have always lain in wait.

 

The Great Dawn bows to her. It knows her. It welcomes an old friend.