DAILY I believe in the moon,
her palette of stars
her cycles of light.
The day consumes and burns
But in the night I turn myself
To the heavens of her still-peace,
Her rabbit face of gold and silver
Set in the amethyst sky.
Her changes-only fodder
In becoming
potent, feminine, radiant.
More lovely than Ariadne, or Athene.
Oh lunar Goddess, grant me
Stability in metamorphosis,
Resilience in surrender
Grant revolution upon revolution
Of dark birth, adumbration, illumination.
Lovely…