The Moon’s Spell
Shadows by light,
Darkness is bright,
I sit and wait,
Under your divine night.
Magic stirs the airs breeze,
You shine high,
And out of reach.
Mistress of dusk,
I seek,
Every fortnight,
Your devotee you meet.
Your warm caress,
Sweeps across my skin,
A lover’s embrace,
No one can win.

