When sadnesses besiege me,

At the dying of the light,

And starlight illuminates,

The ending of the day, 

Then fractious star-crossed lovers

Just quietly drift away.

......

We sigh silently, out of sight

Of mirrors, water, eyes, light,

And find, momentarily,

Man loses his disguise.

......

We spin and whirl and dance,

Like hemlock in the hay;

We are Witch, Wicca, Wizard

Who sway beneath the moon, all night 

All day, we dream our dreams away.

.....

For all that was lost

Is summoned a-new,

Pentacles set aflame tonight,

Beneath the sky, the earth, the pellucid light.

……..

Time and tide and star-shine do not lie,

A pharmacology of shadow bleeds out the day

As warp and weft weave their weary way 

Towards the dying of the light,

The goddess in the moon deceiving,

As light bends, curves away —

Aphrodite-night occurs, by day.