Dancing At Midnight

A poem about a sacred dance with Isis

The witching hour approaches
and I'm overcome by excitement

It is almost time
for my sacred dance
with Isis

Midnight arrives and I stand
beneath the silvery moon

Sending an invitation to Her
I begin to move in circles

Taking me by the hand
my Divine Mother and I
dance to the rhythm

The rhythm of our hearts
becoming as one

As we dance together
the chains that bind
my heart and soul
are broken

I am free
and I am whole

My heart thanks Isis
as this sacred dance
comes to an end

When midnight returns
we will dance once again