Standing 'neath the full moon tonight,
Her light shining on my upturned face,
I heard her voice in my ear,
Carried on the wind,
Then swept away,
Returning from whence it came.
Her eyes twinkle amongst the stars,
Shining down through the webbed, black branches
Of an old oak, my witness.
See here, Goddess...
My chalice is full,
Near to overflowing with hopes and desires,
Swirling about your light,
Blending with the sweet magick
That you cast with a wayward beam.
My heart strings are your harp,
Your melody echoing through
The labyrinth maze
Of my soul,
My very core hums
As my being becomes
Acquainted with the ancient language once more.
Feet rooted to the ground,
Mind enraptured,
I stare into the depths,
See your face reflected back,
And I smile
Before shattering the image
With my athame.
Watching as the moon scatters,
I realize I bear witness
To the meaning
Of your mystery.
Though broken, the light splintered,
It is still one light.
All that exists, seen and unseen,
Is this light,
Seeking to reunite once more,
To become one again.
This knowledge I drink down,
Letting the cool revelation
Flow into me, through me,
Filling me to the brim of my soul.
Your light is my light,
My soul is your soul.
Together we flow, spiraling out,
Rippling across the universe,
The Spirit's own chalice.
Such sublime peace,
To drift on the wings
Of a freed soul,
To soar into the face of mother moon,
To taste her essence in the air.
But alas, this magick
Was meant to pass,
Only a fleeting glimpse
Of what awaits her children.
Descending through a mist of dew and dream,
I feel the ground beneath my feet once more.
My mortal self trembles,
Mt heart beating fast.
Euphoric and giddy,
Laughing with joy,
Her light shining on my upturned face
As I stand 'neath the full moon.

... Moone

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