mani and sonna

at the dawn of this new day i see coming from the east a gold coach,driven by a maiden with flame coloured hair, she wears a cloak of ultramarine blue, she drives horses dappled in white and grey.

as she draws near i say Hail Sonna goddess of the day and welcome, she doesn't reply but as if to say thank you she sends a warming breeze in her wake. as she disappears over the hills to the west, i say with a shout hail and fare thee well,

another coach i see all in silver, the horses black , and the driver wears a star studded purple cloak, hail Mani lord of the night. he wishes me well and as a gift leaves a wish.