To Day From Night

O Apollo,

blazing golden in the sky,

ruling day from a chariot of fire,

think of me,

Artemis, pale goddess of night.

Imagine me

waiting in a shadowy glade.

Silver arms outstretched,

beckoning you

to my wild embrace.

O Apollo,

meet me in the dusky

hues of evening

and in the first,

gray light of dawn,

Where we--

twin halves of one soul--

can unite

and once again

be whole.