The Last Star

Mother of the dawn, Mother of our stars, Mother of the wind,

Bearer of the dew, we hail thee; we bow before thee.

Lovers yes, but friends always; Friend of friends,

We see you in the light:

Visions of you bring forth:

A fragrant flower forever blossoming,

A garden of joy waiting to be picked,

A juicy fruit lusting to be tasted,

A full chasm of desire, moaning to be filled,

A warm body quivering with desire,

A satisfying woman throbbing to be satisfied.

Let kisses anoint our bodies with oil as our love grows stronger.

Naked, let us dance beneath the sun.

Visions of you bring forth:

A woman of all seasons,

A brilliant healer laboring with the poor,

A strong willed bastion against the storms of petty men,

A high tech woman in a low tech world,

A toiler of hours and a healer of men,

A woman of brilliance, a woman of many talents,

But above all the lover of Orion.