She was with him again, a heartbeat unbroken,
where time subsided into dawn, and the sunset gave way
to the stars, wheeling across the night. Leslie Silko in Ceremony

melodic chant making stars unwhirl.
Maybe recited an old invocation,
brought back ancient night.
Campfire purple at dusk
again casting your shadow
on the full moon.

I should have told of a goddess of hope.
Accepted all her rituals
kindled, new.
Ceremony has a way of taking hold.
I should have created a tale
with fire in your eyes becoming you.