the beltane dance

The sacred breath
of the ancient ones,
envelopes their bodies,
like a soothing song.

Twin shadows
embrace,
in the full moon
light.
As a trembling sigh
escapes her lips,
he steals her innocence,
In the sacred rite.

A maid no longer
but a mother soon
The stars bow softly,
at the magestic moon.

Glistening her skin
with fragrant oils,
the heavens smile warmly ,
on the lovers souls.

His bride is radiant,
his love overwhelms him
as he passes a hand
over her womb,
where new life
begins.