Shadow behind the sun

The citadel of souls

Photo by Joshua Fuller on Unsplash

When sadnesses besiege you:
at the dying of the light,
starlight illuminates
the end of night.
Do you tingle in the frosted air of second sight?

Starlight mirrors the water in the eyes
humankind freed from its long disguise.
The spin and whirl of hemlock
help witch and Wicca sway
underneath the greensward, all day.

All that was dark,
summoned by the light
the Sigil of Baphomet shines bright.
Pentacles’ aflame
amid the creatures of the sky
time and tide and starshine do not lie.

The warp and weft of weaving
goddesses in the moon
bends the flow of spacetime, very soon.
An Aphrodite-horizon
Of sky and sea and land —
Just watch the singularities expand!