Mayhene was second, but first to guide
Taking the form of two moons, one face
Roaming the skies with a heavy stride
Leading to true love, once they gave chase
Others tears at the end of the ride
But none were important as the race
Mayhene taught to go travel and map
The map of life, made the map of death
With every joy and every mishap
Connection complete, with your last breath
But growth will never end and entrap
And now you will know our shibboleth
Mayhene does not bar any belief
To accept all cultures is the way
Truth comes from all, is the sound motif
Open your arms, we will always pray
Letting go of plans, brings you relief
Have faith in Mayhene and always stray
From the Silver-lining Journal
-Mayhene guide your fate
Photo by Daniel Olah