Evensong : Moonrise in the Wilde

Dusk settles softly, veiling the bright day,
casting dim shadows on the green way.
Nightingales warble, herald the dark,
and all turns to slumber, awaiting the lark.

Night's prelude murmurs, chilling and cruel,
black ink unfolding in a clear pool.
Winds whisper coldly, startling the leaves
with rhapsodies to mystery beneath the forest's eaves.

Moon rises gently, sailing in the wake
of silent constellations, mirrored in the lake.
Moondust shimmers, drifting motes of light,
with candle-glow and lantern-flame shining in the night.

Ever - blessed is she, who reclaims
the blind night with her silver flame;
who turns dark terror to sweet rest,
her warm compassion manifest.

)O(

Nocturne : Moondance Tower

Tower of stone, foundations unknown.
Tower of glass, guarding the pass.
Tower of light, white in the night.

I rise up from meditation in the still halls,
Up from the blue flame.
Up past the dusty shelves of lore and rite,
Up past the chambers of ritual and dance.
Up and up the dizzying spire,
Owls flapping overhead in surprise at my passing,
Muted calls ringing in the night -

I gaze out from the jeweled spire -
unfolder of horizons, spear to the skies -
raise my arms in invocation,
my unbloodied blade silver
in her unsullied light.

Fearless in her glory,
I dance.

)O(

Matins : Daybreak by Moon Falls

Cold is the dawn, calm and still,
pale grey and slate scattering
across the skies. Near and far
dewdrops drip, shattering
on newly-wakened leaves.

Night has fled from the sun,
taking her dark shades.
The Silver Lady, vigil done
against sky's canvas fades
into watercolour hues.

Rise with daybreak in the halls;
dry the candles' waxen tears.
Fill the chalice from the falls
where flowing water marks the years
- libation to the sleeping moon.