Clouds gather anxiously to protect the people
Hiding the moon,
Delaying the inevitable.
The magick in the air cannot be stopped.
The rushing of our blood cannot be dammed.
Here on this night, we gather.
Using her radiance to shape our own reality.
Foot to foot, the drum beats climax.
We spin until the stars above spin with us.
Laughter seeping throughout the air above us,
We raise our arms, emancipating the energy we borrowed.
And it dance it's own dance
Breathed it's own breath,
Making itself something more,
Returning to where it once resided.
"By the Air that is her breath,
By the Fire of her bright spirit,
By the Waters of her womb,
By the Earth that is her body.
The circle is open, yet unbroken,
May the peace of the Goddess be ever in our hearts.
Merry Meet, and Merry Part,
And Merry Meet Again."
And the moon shone down on us,
The clouds yielding to her grandeur,
Knowing the real magick of the night.