Two sisters stand before the world was born  eating moonbeams and wicker bones.

One wore the moon on her back
the other wore stars in her hair.

Wishes flicked from their lips
her runes winking in the sun.

Until the dawn that daybreak broke
rained violent love through space.  

It bid them bathe in a silver lake
where shattered souls are mended. 

So they dove the waters deep
until it spun the clock reset.   

Now sparkling with starlight
weightless with time and breath.  

New life springs up from their steps
and so the world begets.