She came to me on a highland dawn, on a golden horse she rode. With gifts of love and spiritual things, just for me to hold. Spiritual guidance called hard to her, it was written in her eyes. Her mystic sway of loving years, her spirit is oh so wise. In centuries past she shined like the Sun, loving all what had become. She gives for free a world of love as the Universe calls her name. Through time and the ages, she waited, calm and free. Down through the twilight she eventually came to me.