Would I be but magick and mystery of love
like Waifs that sing a sacred song,
to hear the Goddess in thy Soul
to know her moonlight in my enfold.
Oh Mother Moon before whom I bow
I shed a tear in sacred vow,
a light once held within my heart
restored to balance before we part.
Goodnight magick Mother may sweet dreams unfold
to awaken a new-old story to be told.
Victoria Webby – Channels Sound, Light Language & Energy Healing
Blueprint/Acceleration Designer, Deliverer & Encoder