08 February 2009

Under The Moon

Blessed and holy orb, you shine silver light onto my table,
And as I am able,
I give thanks for your magic, the transmutation
Of Darkness into Life.
And at your fullest, when you ride high in the night,
And the gravity of your girth assails the earth,
I am your sacred lunatic.

Now if I could only find a way out of this padded room....