Witch’s Brew

When the sun colors the sky,
 the girl dons on her red frock
  embroidered with flowers,
  is bevied with joy,
  dancing in celebration,
 petal–eyelids open into awe.

With just the same heart

When the moon woos,
 our lady is wrapped
  in her black dress,
  bubbles and stews,
  cackling, agape at the universe,
 irises open to the multitude,
  cherishing each star a sun.