White brother

Moon ( White brother )

On the third night kisses the day my body
Gently caressing the eyes and stone crown.
On the third day of the eyelashes honey drip ...
The hungry sky calls my hands.

Month - a white soldier, moving boldly,
Skim the soldier shot my pancreas.
Do not leave yet white brother!
After tonight because of you barn bed ...

On the third day my lip ring ripering,
Cool mist kisses them.
On the third day snake my hair weave,
Love tears it turns into wine ...

Month - a white soldier, moving boldly,
Skim the soldier shot my pancreas.
Do not leave yet white brother!
After tonight because of you barn bed...

Wicca 2002