Mother Sidhe!
Mother Sidhe!
Mother Sidhe!
I call thee through the mists.
I need you here and now.
I yearn to fall into the deep black folds of your cloak.
As a child to a mother burying her face in the folds of her dress.

Oh for the dark abyss I yearn.
Oh to fall into the folds of your cape!

Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe
I yearn for the peace of that darkness, the solitude and tranquility.
For this darkness is the place where the tomorrows come from.

Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe

Is this how Gwionn felt as he gazed upon your cauldron of knowledge?
Could this yearning be one in the same? Is this that tempted he?

Oh Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe
Mother Sidhe
How I yearn to feel your Motherly love.
How I yearn to be loved unconditionally.
Oh how I yearn for that inner and outer serenity!
Let me come with you back to the mists.
Let me bide in your blackness. Please I ask thee.
Mother Sidhe let me bide in your peace.

Mother Sidhe, copyright (c) 2001 by Sunshine MoonRaven, all rights reserved.

Sunshine MoonRaven, is a Communications Consultant and life student who lives in Massachusetts, USA with her Kitty Boo Boo, newts, Water Dragon, Fishies and new found Parakeet Bobby, her daughter Melissa Danielle, son Nathan and her husband Matt. She has been fascinated by Celtic culture, Pow Wow magick and Faery Shamanism for many years. You may contact her at your-fontaine13@earthlink.net