Tear down the veil,
the great gold god,
blue and black,
silver and grey,
released to sunrise,
by the light of the white bright lady,
cross the field,
red and gold stag,
antlers high like a prized wall hanging,
released from sleep,
a sleep of dreams,
of love and peace,
of Mothers and Fathers, and all.
The nine month child,
only two,
until the great gold child airs,
and greens and blues,
retake the reds and golds,
bare hands,
beautiful cold,
rejoice,
released in divine matrimony.