In the gleam of Selene’s delicate white,
May my spirit find strength, filled with light.
Bath in chill lunar power so pure,
Tugging tides of thy soul stir and cure.
The diurnal burden, with nocturnal lift,
Under Hekate’s watch, let moods shift.
Weights of day, in night efface,
Awake anew with morn’s tender grace.
Lydia Vvinters 