Sistersong

Called from sleep by spirits
I woke to the sound of your name.
I am afraid to know if this is a portent
of some momentous event,
or merely dreamland dementia.

You are the morning star,
glow of rose rising from the ocean
as day opens.

Sparks of alchemy swirl in your eyes
as you awaken, and I am awakened
by the call of your name,
like the sound of a hundred people
kneeling in the dust to pray.

Your pursuit of inner galaxies
and belief in things not yet beheld
will light the way, just as Dawn
lights the day.