Daughter of the moon

Through the clouds of turmoil, laughs the daughter of the moon She is the stars,the magic, the beauty of a fresh new bloom. With each new phase, the quarters, the crescents, the halfs and the wholes Dances she with the dark and the light, a swirl of hearts and souls. She belongs to no one, no chains no shackles The ties long severed, she is a sacred oracle. She lives through the daydreams, she dwells in a fantasy Her love is the only truth, the only reality. Running through the forests, morning and night She wears a necklace of cosmic stars, a veil of the pale moonlight. Each leaf calls out her name, their precious moonchild Brave as the strong mountain wind, savage and wild. No bound to her will, no thorn to her crown She plays with the fire, in magic she drowns. With magic and love, soft touches of lavender She heals the hurt, the broken, brings home the asunder She is the moon, and the moon is she In night she wakes, in moonlight she breathes.