So many legends tell the tale of Lady Moon But sometimes in the sky I see A silver-eyed gentleman, merry and brave, And He is the Moon too. The Sun is His sister; red-gold and glorious, Fierce beyond compare, wild lioness of daylight. But the night is His, Where He walks in solitude swinging His lantern as He goes Dreaming a shaman's dream through the long, cool hours.
This poem was originally published in the Spring 1998 issue of Circle Network News.