Sun & Moon

A thin veil of cloud obscures the moon

But not the glow

From all who worship

Her below

With upward gaze through pagan eyes

Queen of the night she sails the skies

Supreme she lights the sacred way

From west to east

Towards the day.

Arise great Ra above the rim

Of the earth that she has left so dim

The coast is clear, your daughter gone

The stars have vanished one by one

Arise great Ra and bless the dawn

With light as a new day is born.

Tom Bates