Woman in the moonboat – She said she was my light,
hers was the voice that beckoned me within that darkened night.
Spirit on the water, riding on the moon,
entranced, enthralled, my soul was by her pure mysterious tune.
Sing to me your lullaby, immerse me with thy sacred shroud,
pierce me with thy deepest chord with power to break the darkest cloud.
‘Twas in the haunting melody she gave to me alone –
an ancient hymn of Wisdom that told me I was home.
Though now your face I gaze upon,
I have known thee long before,
thy treasure always mine to hold,
need only I unlock the door.