Panpipe’s Pagan Chants

“My Lady Moon”

Road weary and alone


I parked beneath a Rowan tree


To walk, to stretch, 

   to watch the Moon’s rising



My Lady Moon 

clothed in veils of woven cloud


Her light lay like 

   a sword upon the waters


And the stars hung 

   from the trees like radiant fruit



The grasses were green flames


Dancing with the swaying breeze


While the wild rose sang 

with fragrant cadence



Then I heard the screech of wheels

Parting worlds that once were one



Ripples from road tossed gravel


Scattered the sword of light


But headlights


Caught a fleeting form


And so I knew


Though I could not take up the sword


Nor pluck a starry fruit


I knew at least there were Elves



My Lady Moon 

clothed in veils of woven cloud


Her light lay like 

a sword upon the waters


And the stars hung 

from the trees like radiant fruit



By Ivo Dominguez, Jr. ©