Show me the secrets of your shadowy places, where the visage of men has not yet been.
Lead me to your garden in the grove amongst the pines, painted flaxen gold in dappled summer sun.
Show me your blooming petals and your fruiting trees. Let me harvest your abundance, caressed by honeyed fingers, cast long and low against the tree trunks, fading fire orange into vermillion, scarlet, crimson, and violet dusk.
In twilight turning, with Venus hung low on the horizon, and Scorpius rising from the southern hemisphere,
Trust my hand and follow blindly through the forest, over hobbled rotten logs, under branches reaching, eyes shielded from their grasping, scratching talons creeping sticky with cobweb and lichen,
Quietly toward the moonrise, eastward and down, upon a matted needle trail, softly trodden only ever
by you and by myself
Wander with me, barefoot,
out, into the ether
under the veil of our night-mother's gaze
and sublimate into the mist
Lay with me in the clover beneath the starsign symphony. Gaze upon its harmony and shimmering melody. Inhale the acrid sweet scent of our settling dew, and reveal to me your many flowered truths
Show me your soul
from love, and life, and pain
Share yourself unequivocally
My Goddess and my muse, betrothed of imps and faerys
radiate upon me
Become my revelry
My Goddess Starchild
You- My Fire Muse
You- My Woodland Nymph, betrothed to Imps and Fairies...