On the day of my birth, April 3rd, after the fireworks were over, long after the festivities settled and folks headed back to their caves...

A she wolf named Darhma cradled me under the crescent moon and whispered the lullaby that is my name, softly, sweetly,

Surrender me to the night,
Angels spread wings and take flight,
This moment as any is right,
Carry me to a land of clean sight.

The trees did nothing,
the wind did not blow,
the earth did not shake,
no one cared.

And what a beautiful thing that is.