When sadnesses besiege you,
at the dying of the light,
and starlight illuminates
the end of days
then star-crossed lovers
quietly drift away,
sigh silently out of sight
of mirrors, water, eyes,
And you will find, momentarily,
humankind loses its disguise..

We spin and whirl and shiver.
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
under the sky, the earth, the light.
Time and tide and star-shine do not lie.
The warp & weft of a twisted wisdom
weaves its way across the sky,
turns towards the dying of the light,
as the goddess of the moon deceiving,
 light bends and curves away — 
from our aphrodite-night's display.