Dance within my words of weaving,
alters things that you’re perceiving.
Chant it once and chant it trice,
if you dare to pay the price.
Dance beneath the Moon that’s gleaming,
bring to life what once was dreaming.
Feel it deep and feel it true,
cast upon the morning dew.
Dance within shadows smoldering dark,
bless the stars like embers and sparks.
Breath it in and then be free,
Everlasting peace, so mote it be!