To Ride the Falling Star (JM)

 (Joseph MacRae, 1990's)

To Ride the Falling Star

In the still of the night

shadows come to light.

The cool damp fog a blanket 

upon the sleeping Mother.

It comes creeping,

this wind that blows at night.

Now soundless, this starless sight.

The spirits speak in silence,

touched only by dreams.

And earth awakens 

                         to starbright.

Moon casts her crimson glow.

It is time, my child,

To ride the falling star.