Lady cloaked in midnight, hear my keen tonight.
Help me to midwife this transition, to ease the passing of that which was.
Bring ease to our hearts, let us dance to tame the howling winds of grief.
As I stand at the crossroads, light the path with dream-songs that we may access deep wells of intuition.
Weaver, your threads of fate create the future & tie us together.
Never alone, never forgotten