On the Divide from Pagan Dreams by Barbara Carvallo

In the lusty evening the lilac light is splintered like stained glass,
Filling the spaces between pale saffron peony and blood tinged roses.
The wind whispers sweetly to the coming full moon,
Shinning kindly on the indigo blue fissures and ragged peaks of the Great Divide.

This is the breast of the Goddess soon to be sleeping in moonlight,
Breathing in starlight, loving all of Her creation with the beauty of Her presence.
Now as mountain streams roll on softly, Hecate steps toward the horizon in ebony and silver,
Obscuring the Divide under a perfect mantel of night.

Unseen the Goddess remains in the song of nocturnal insects,
The sweet scent of the flowers borne on a wandering breeze.
On the currents of piney coolness rolling down off the Divide,
Her voice fills the growing stillness, “I am with you morning, noon and night.”