When it rains may you glow
As a flame in the night
May those who gaze know
That you are a bearer of light
When storms brew may your peace reign
As the deep rooted willow tree
Far from woe or collapse able to sustain
May the wise ones incircle thee
When the stars burn and the moon is full and bright
As the nymphaea blooms in the still
May you see all not only with sight
But with a heart of love that has begun to overfill
When the owl soars and sings and the fox watches and waits
As the scorpion rests on a petal of blue
May we ride celestial clouds and meet by the gates
The moon is yet above us we shall play until the morning dew