When midnight comes I weave my dance

My moonlight dance, my spirit dance

Trip step on step through glistening grass

So drunk on moonbeams, high on moonbeams!

Lift my hands to the bursting stars

Toss my hair on an ageless breeze

That softly spins my moonlight song

The lilting song, delicious song

That bathes my naked body in

Its sparkling night time tune

My heart is full of the precious stream

The ceaseless stream, the silver stream

Running hand in hand with filmy shades

In magical circles made of leaves

So wild with pleasure, moved with pleasure

As sure and swift the pattern weaves

Brings us ever inward to the sacred

Shrine at the forest's heart

The loving heart, the secret heart

Where I bow, a shining night wraith

On the altar of the moon.

Linda Stewart