Her Lovely Fertile Dance

A Mother whose darkness is the life affirming womb and the ever growing void that we consider space.

  

When the moon wreathed her light 

Into the cold and darkened night 

She danced and sang with stars above 

Showing the earth, her teemed with love 

Then from the void of timeless space 

Where dead suns look face to face 

Smiling heat of ultimate fire 

Like the sting of thorn or briar 

She danced there, legs spread wide 

Into the galaxy, like a tide 

Knowing nothing nor anything 

Yet into the abyss her lips did sing 

Her song of ice and fire did roar 

Across the planets her voice did soar 

Past the blanket of time and space 

Past the working gods of grace 

Beyond the ring of spirits she 

Sang into eternity 

Upon her voice, and in her tone 

Expressed the deepness of alone

Then from her womb a beaming bright 

Bringing forth the first of light 

And by that act, she had praised 

The first of night, and first of days 

It is how it is, and how it will stance 

In her lovely fertile dance