It is time, she says, don't be late, and
she draws the moon upon my brow,
hurry up, she ushers
and opens her back door.
Noon Sun, gleaming white,
blurring heat, birds are silent.
Sweat runs in streams,
hair sticks to skin,
nostrils flare, I know,
he is here.
Carefully I set my feet,
lust ignites from heat,
eyes scanning the forest edge.
There - antlers among bushes.
Breath held, body shakes,
remembering wells up, deeply, powerfully.
Land and king are one,
Goddess is Earth is land is
me.
Sacred union, needed
to change people's fate.
Horned One, I'm waiting.
Come.
Hoof beats ground.
Meeting in the shade,
old oaks quivering like poplars.
Mouth finds mouth, kiss seals
ancient pact, time stands still.
Goddess and God meet,
bed of herbs rustles.
Sun and Earth united,
perfect balance obtained,
waves of lust spreading,
high tide of noon heat.
Antlers beat bushes,
Earth is blessed.
Spark of new life, shining
within dark womb,
sacred union, complete-
energy pulses through ley-lines,
Tor Hill glows with power,
harvest is safe.
Last embrace, deep
emotions,
definite recognition.
Stag flees to the shadows,
I walk my way home
as in a dream.
Broom bows in reverence.
She awaits me
smiling, with sacred water,
blesses my head, breasts, yoni,
draws the moon upon my brow,
waves at me impatiently
to follow her.
Back on the island,
apple blossoms fall,
round are moon and belly,
blessed life, Grainne,
Daughter of the Sun, will be.
It is done.
