Incantations

Veiled, she sweeps back into view.
 
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
 
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
 
another spell of love...awaking!