The Magickal Pen

I call out to Lady Moon
And Nuit looks down.

Moon’s eye bright
As Her body undulates
In a sea of starry expanse.

She smiles down upon me
Her daughter
Her own.

Her breath blows
Through leafless branch
Stirring dry leaves as
They cackle and call.

Take me into your arms
Let me ride the path
Of your light into your
Womb of remaking.

In your fullness
I find my home.

In your brilliance
I find my way.

In your healing waters
I find my heart.

And when I stand in the glory
Of your night sky newly birthed
I lift my voice in devotion
Your daughter
Your own.

Nuit looks down
Mother Moon’s eye
Filled with Love.

Many blessings on this night of Full Moon….