In the Chamber of Interim

I was wakeful all night



when modesty & calmness & easterly gales



smelled the freshness of Thee Earth



bathed themselves in dew



So, I listened to the nightingales straighten their nests



their words told things to my heart



You are the honeysuckle which wafts sweetly on the air



Lean down



kiss your own soul



draw your~self out



and go into the fields where
You
& your art
frolic under the indigo night sky.

~magick~
Meliss