Darkness yields Light

My sun has set, I cannot tell
the weaving of the black thread
from that of the scarlet red
since ever you bade farewell.

When you return we will twine
dark fortune with wine eros to sheets
under which our mortal conceits
might conceive love’s shrine.

Light the candles, it is timely done
start the center and work outward
speak out loud the sacred word
so now this wedding cloak is spun.