Revelry, revelation;
Out in the cool forest,
Indulging thoughtlessly
Like a hitchhiker
Seated in the passenger seat,
Submitting control and thought
To the veiled driver

Milky moon pours down
Turning golden spoons
Into silvery crucifixes of revelation.
Resurrect magic,
Embracing it as it glimpses
Out of its dusty tomb
Like a shy ******
On her wedding night.