Literature
A Pagan Love Song
Beneath the mists of a moonlit night
upon the wind your voice calls my name
through a fog of dreams I came,
into the Winter's distant shore beside your firelight,
through Autumn's red-orange, your eyes aglow,
by moon tide boundless the ocean's song
with ancient rhythms which carry us along,
the Great Rite begun, as one our bodies flow,
within another world I see you face,
in sorrow and joy entwined we remain
wandering lost in timeless space,
with a memory like falling drops of rain,
so here in a world forgot shall we stay
and amid the ruins we will greet the day.