She rides her moon rays around the twirling world.
Or floats, a moving silver reflection, on tropical seas.
Under the large luminescent pearl,
she feasts with fairies on sweet night dew
then dances on twinkling snowflakes drifting in the dark sky.
The night owl soars with her resting on its glistening wings.
Her flaxen head sleeps on blue sand dunes.
Softly, her breath flows through you.
-Suzanne Bailie, She Rises: Why Goddess Feminism, Activism and Spirituality