samain night

when the moon on a cloud cast night

hung above the tree tops' height

you sang me of some distant past

that made my heart beat strong and fast

now i know i'm home at last

you offered me an eagle's wing

that to the sun i might soar and sing

and if i heard the owl's cry

into the forest i would fly

and in its darkness find you by. and so our love's not a simple thing

nor our truths unwavering

but like the moon's pull on the tide

our fingers touch

our hearts collide

i'll be a moonsbreath by your side.