Beltaine

Flowers ‘round the Maypole grow

Dancers weaving to and fro

Sunshine warms our Earth and hearts

Lord and Lady take their parts

Bringing all fertility

To our world, so mote it be

Ostara Prayer

Lord and Lady of Spring’s return

Come to us that we may learn

Of warming earth and growing Sun

Of greening life that newly comes

Into the world that we may see

and hope in love, So mote it be.

Ostara

Equal Day and Equal Night

Earth is Greening

Hail the Light

Life within our world is growing

Hope within our hearts is glowing

Equal Day and Equal Night

Earth is greening

Hail the Light

Oblivion

The demons lurk around me, surround me,

creeping in the darkness,

in the quiet of solitude,

inside me they hide,      

and wait to over-come me.

I run, wrestle, try to escape, to chase them away.

But still they come,

like bad dreams,

the night-mares I have

when I am awake.

Reality comes too close.

I seek oblivion, my refuge.

I pursue it everywhere.

Finally it comes to me,

slips over me like a blanket,

the demons are purged.

Gratefully I rest,

and am safe.

Waiting

At midnight I sit among my candles and incense,

music and wine, waiting.

I think of you driving in the night,

and I wait for you to come to me.

I hear you at the door, before you are there,

and then you are, and you come inside.

You don’t have to talk, just lay beside me

I hold you and you sleep in my arms.

Every night I wait, every day I wait,

for the day that you need me,

the day that you want me,

the day that you love me,

and I wait for you to come to me.

MISSING

The word MISSING scrawled beneath the photo-copy of a girl’s picture

on a pole at the corner, a block from the river, in a town that’s empty

on a weeknight in winter at one in the morning.

It is a town where lost and wandering souls go to remain lost.

Where one goes when one is missing and wishes to remain that way.

RUSH

The rush of blood in your ears

your heart is pounding

jumping from the bridge

or driving fast at 2am

playing chicken with a north-bound train

your head is buzzing

you can see lights out there in the darkness

the rush of death approaching fast

and out of control

the tidal-wave of release

when the danger passes

and your body has flown by

the end at the speed of sound

the sonic boom

still ringing in your ears