Deep rooted in the spring water,
a dancer in the wind,
an empress over rivers
she will part the wind themselves
and she will dress her flight
in wings of stained class
If her name you speak
to you she will appear.
She will shed her skin
and she will drape it
dressing a natural tone with red
as of a poppy's kiss, with green
as of a velvety moss, with blue
as of a sky begot of a pure late.
Follow her trail you shall,
the sparks shall fly,
as she tears through the air
and through deepest valleys
and darkest forests
she will guide you on her wings
to new roads
where the winds
reflect the faces
of all those who came before
and those who are to come still.
For she is
of the very same Earth and Water
the author of rhymes in the air
the godmother of adventure and soul
the future legitimate.
And if her name you speak
to you she will appear.
Follow her trail you shall
as the shepherd after the flock
Follow her trail you shall
in the knowledge of her knowing
Follow her trail you shall
she is the heart of your heart
Fly high ye winds
carry mere mortals;
streams, thoughts
and winged horses
If you see her pass by
and her name you speak
she will have appeared.