Beloved

Hearken to the darkness crying. 
Mournful weeping in the night.
Heavy with the tears of sad and lonely children.

Be still my lovely dreamers.
Drink the silver wind of the moons sweet kiss.
Hush.  She'll soothe your tortured faces with a gentle hand.

Endless, round the Ring of Fire the frantic dreamers dance.
Hounded by the darting, fearsome, shadow cast.
Powerless the blessed one awaits your plea.

She dare not break the tragic spell.
Woven of your own desires.
Bound to the grim and grinding wheel.

Oh call. Oh cry out in the night.
Awake and roar the howl of abject misery.
Throw open wide the shutters and the doors.

Oh call her with the helpless plight of aching need.
Throw all your dreams upon the withering fire. 
Raise up your fervent heart, behold the goddess smiling down at you.

                  B.E.