The Reflection Pool

It may be that life came.
It may be that life left.

Either way, our souls are clasped like hands
as we dance, breathing in the full moon’s light.

Naked in the old pagan ways of truth,
we spread our roots giving your shoots space to grow.

Some dances are for rain.
Some dances are for sun.

All dances are for you and the hope
that springs eternal in your already passing youth.

Crones and maidens alike, we all are dancing,
our feet bare, not scarring the earth

But marking our souls with the rebirth of all
we have been and all you shall become.

Because you, my lovely, lovely child,
You, my resilient and graceful mother,

You are why we celebrate.