my reflection sees thee
Oh Artemis! of handsome face and modest breasts
the sharp spear-heads of thy quivers, below the counter
with which to hunt the wild beasts
and teach them of life and death
Oh Goddess of the Chase!
When day pops,
I too track with my ears wide open
the slightest of threats of brutes,
thoughtless fiends they are
Oh virgin Goddess! I held my breath too
Ďtil my twenties when I could finally blow soft kisses
onto my Endymionís lips as I
put him to eternal rest in my heartís caves;
perhaps you marred such the perfect virtue
of an amaranthine chastity of mind,
but possibly marrying into a pure devotion
that keeps you intact and innocent for all time
Oh Selene! Rider of the Moon!
Queen of the violet heavens!
watching over the stars
and admired so fondly by them,
As they bid thee well on thy journey-
across the living Night, your dear domain
As they twinkle and shine for thine union together
And along the way, you paint the stars in chorus,
to create an illuminated masterpiece
for your mortals down below
and a fitting landscape of thy lofty dwelling
Oh Goddess of the Grove!
when your chariot is parked,
you are the woodlands,
you peel off layers and are the rugged forest,
you burgeon and become the sound mountains,
and the Oak trees, sacred to you
temples in your space to love the gentle animals
that frolick among you,
lured by your eternal graciousness,
your distinction in protecting the innocent
with gentle ferocity
offering your heart- your deer
instead of humans, for sacrafices
in a world of dubious priorities
Oh Phoebe! Goddess of youth and birth!
The most sacred of all phenomena.
You came first from your mother, Letoís, womb
and instinctually helped her deliver the birth of your twin,
Zeusí son, Apollo, that God of the Sun-
that you share everything with.
Oh Sister! turning your golden heart into art.
The Pleiades, your seven-sister nymphs,
bade your refuge fleeing from Orion,
and so they ascended as snow-white pigeons,
into your realm
so you turned them into diamonds,
that no one will ever overlook.
And when you decreed compassion,
you turned Orion and Sirius into constellations as well.
Vast the space of all your children
Unforgettable, we all see you ride high in the darkness
to mix in light
A soft, simple, elegant glow as not to be terse in your tale...
oh Diana! how I do attempt thy sheer, modern manifestation!
By night you show solicitude, for lowly creatures, and the peace.
By day, you unveil the mystery.