The Magickal Pen

Drexel Hill, PA
1:34 – 2:44 peak

Electric Light heated
By growing anticipation.

Cloud in sky becomes
The backdrop for dramatic
Celestial design.

My body stands ready
To receive the electromagnetic
Charge of completion.

I will not fuel my
Inner Sun for this
Is a time for holding
What is steady within.

Instead I will breathe
In a Light that as the
Heart passes will gather
To itself that which
Flares unproductively
In my solarscape.

I/We are children of
The Sun and Moon and
We move in the cyclical
Paths of heated waters.

Will and Action
Heart and Tides
Filling the cofers
Of our cosmic Soul.

Minutes pass and
The Light seemingly
Dims shrouded by
The shadow of its
Consort’s veiling.

I am a daughter
Of the Sun and
I am a Priestess
Of the Moon.

I embrace the
Birthrite of
Their power
Filled Union.

And what has been
Hidden takes new form
In the ecstasy of
Surrender.

Note: The pictures were taken from the reflection of the back hatch window of my car and reverse image on my phone.