The sun enthroned at its height
gleaming gold, glorious light
now falls away to gentle pink
to greet the starlit night.
Gentle hands and dancing feet
fling open wide the door
between the worlds.
You are summoned to the circle.
Take the woodland paths
push aside your cares
hurry to the gathering
join us at the hill.
Fear not Pan nor Oberon
gaze on fair Titania.
Peaspod, Cobweb, Puck,
all await you here
Come to us, we who know,
all are not exactly as they seem
throw aside disbelief
open wide the dream.
The Dreaming Path 