Underneath a pale full moon, I dance and twirl to my Mother’s tune Of wind and whispered secrets kept— Of dreams untold and tears unwept— Of dipping sparrows and singing frogs— Of branches stretching and rotting logs. In this glen of sheltered oak, I strip of gown and shoe and cloak To sway beneath my Mother’s light— Naked in Her starlit night. Dancing blindly, moving fast, Release has found me here at last. I close my eyes and move my hips. I feel Her brushing fingertips. “Caress and hold me, Mother, please! Bring me crashing to my knees! Open wide my heart and mind— Take me gentle, make me kind!” She is my mirror, She is my truth— She makes me old, She gives me youth— She takes away my hurt and shame— She takes, too, regret and blame— She leaves me pure and innocent, Beneath Her oaks, asleep and spent.