Strewn across the velvet sky,
Like shards of shattered glass,
Stars glisten in the silken twilight.
The reflected moon dances in ripples,
On the gentle surf below.
Your arms around me, our fingers entwined,
We hold our breath,
Waiting in silent peace,
For the coming sun,
To transform the world once more.
(An old poem from years ago, rediscovered and slightly reworded)
A Druid in the Aeon of the Child 