Grey ladies dancing in the winter mist
how could you know the secrets in your half-light.
To exist in shadows is my life's greatest blessing,
for as I look out into the distance, I can only see the light,
The sacred golden light of the divine.
White is the color I wear, the whiteness of my name upon the sea, breaking at the shoreline.
Still I beckon to her, dark as the sea, cold life giver, the threshold of creation.
She comes into my dreams, this dark woman, carrying her blessing, making the glass clear in
my faery tales, bringing her amethyst stones so that I may find the pure White Goddess beneath and within.
Her touch is a fire in my blood and frees my body as the air to a butterfly.
I awake in her embrace, my Self above the cold tombs of the dead and I dance with the Sisters
beneath the golden sun.