A dark moon shines, dead of night, invisible to the naked eye. Mounted with power we wait, a quest of
dreams deep. There is a secret unspoken: The best creation comes from
in the sad reprieve, the fluttering grief of our darkest hour.
The moon is new, the month is June Dark skies and an embryo of all possibilities. Gemini reigns, twins of truth and duality.
June is music, days lengthen, a slip of lithe light as Litha approaches. A time for dizzy romance, the dance a deep abundant plunge into summer.