To weave the blessed singularities of a woman.

Read the book of shadows,

when sadnesses besiege you,

make art from the dying of the light,

when you are terrified, late, late at night.

Look so-deep into the blackness,

at the heart of second sight,

see yourself mirrored

in the declining light 

of your sleeping child's eyes.

When you enter here:

Abandon all disguise.

.......

Rising in this ghost-air,

Tinglings on your skin.

Let the fullness of the day

Begin.

Again.

Gather all you have together .

 then give your life away.

Look! the witches and the wizards of the Wicca all at play

see them on the greensward 

tumbling together,

where the oak tree's all aflicker,

and the pentangle's aflame

in this sultry summer weather;

the crescent moon has risen

magic's just the same:

Venus is the goddess,

Aphrodite born of Zeus,

Watch the warp and the weft

Of our weaving web of time

Curve us into this wormhole

Of a closing line.