Moon, sweet slim old crescent, perfect for a cold winter morning
And Morning star, tear of Isis, jewel
They hang together this morning, lit by the same sun, turning simple radiation to magic and passing it on to my eyes.
May I see beauty today.
Moon, sweet slim old crescent, perfect for a cold winter morning
And Morning star, tear of Isis, jewel
They hang together this morning, lit by the same sun, turning simple radiation to magic and passing it on to my eyes.
May I see beauty today.