adamdaniel

Hecate Enthroned

The moon has risen from her dock,
To harbour in the spectral greys of night,
Lambent silver on the rock,
As Hecate directs her loving sight.

Paradise is in her mien,
And doe like gentleness her heart betrays,
Clouds alight with subtle sheen,
And glad to bear her evanescent rays.

From this outlook on the cliff,
I see the castle ramparts in relief,
Down below, the lonely skiff,
Gliding on the water past the reef.

The sun drapes hung by light of day,
Flap against the limestone in the breeze,
As I mark the pallid ray,
Of Hecate above the citrus trees.

Here I know communion with the sky,
Softness that affords the gift of peace,
Reverential gladness in mine eye,
Heartache lulled to silence or release.

I contemplate my ancestry,
Forebears lost in vaults of occult time,
Asking for their ministry,
As I stand with Hecate sublime.

Here I meld into the precious dark,
Just as though a dreamer finds a dream,
As the moon completes her astral arc,
I am borne to heaven by her beam.

ADL