When evening bows her weary head
To rest on golden hill

Where silver triumphs eve
Then sulking shadows cling

There's a rejoicing in the rapture
Of dance beneath the stars

When she steps out of her hiding
Into a silver solace wide

She's the daughter of Earth and Sky
Cleaving doves unto her breast

Who has awakened summer's dream
In the spirit of this night

She dances through lonely meadows 
Gathering up her Mothers seed 

And whispers to the Angels
In wait for mornings sweet caress

P D Hemrick
aka Windfield