When sadnesses besiege you:

At the dying of the light

And starlight illuminates

The mere ending of the night.

Will you tingle in the frosted air of the privilges of sight?

Starlight is a mirror, in the water of the eyes,

When humankind, finally, abandons its disguise.

The spin and whirl of hemlock

Help the witch and Wicca sway

Under the greensward

On this beautifully rare May day

All that was dark

Is summoned by the light

For the Sigil of Baphomet’s alight.

Pentacles’ aflame

Amidst the creatures of the sky

Time and tide and starshine do not lie.

The warp and weft of weaving

A goddess into moon

Bends

Into the flow of spacetime very soon.

The Aphrodite-horizon

Of sky and sea and land —

Just watch the singularity expand

To one old, Labrador,

Who sat down by my side

And is, to my great loss, no longer alive.