The Mother was walking, 
walking through the pine carpeted floor. 
He was waiting, 
waiting for her to finally arrive. 

She looked up, 
up through the canopy overhead. 
He looked down, 
down through layers to her soul. 

Inside a knowing, 
a meeting again. 

A sudden snap ............... 
shattering the soul, 

freezing the heart. 
A sudden ending. 

Now she is walking, 
walking through the pine carpeted floor, 
searching, looking. 

He is unaware, 
unaware that her soul, 
broken, 
is calling. 

The Horned One 
The Mother Goddess 
dance the dance
of the earth, 
of the stars, 
of the spiral, 
there will be time
for another dance.