On the first day of spring, a poem dedicated to the sanctuary of Eleusis, to the silent whispers of the stones that taught me more than any book will ever teach me.
To the wisdom of the bones, the myths, the mystery, to Life.
At the banks of the Acheron
A misty silhouette
Copper coin clenched in her fist
Red with pomegranate juice
Lips thirsty to kiss her Beloved
Is it time yet Mother ?
The tide is high
The ferryman late
Not today Child
The Crone lifts the bride's veil
Kisses her wet cheeks
Cold bone on rosy skin
There is always time for the next ferry ride
Drum your chest, hum for me softly
While the vultures circle the skies
Just for today Sister, just for today.