Dionysis in the Temple in the Night

Foreboding and towering the Temple at night
Dark and shadow , cold the silvery light
of Ceres the Moon on late Autumnal harvest
Mist descending , sending scurrying in to warmth
and rest

The door is always open
the road to hell and ruin
yet warm it is there
inside away from cold silvery air

Dionysis , even the brave do enter
yet for giving or always the renter
in to His house before the break
of dawn
Never , never give in to berserk
or Fawn

And warmth for a little while
while the Galaxy spirals
in to the cold dark space
Eyes open to the strangers ' face

Does he find a friend to share the night ?
How does he know friend from foe ?
The parson is a kindly Man
Stooped low below them he stands
bending down

he smiles , a smile from a frown
taking the two sides of his gown
he gathers up Dionysis from the corner
a friend , among friends all the warmer
fur on cotton and flannel
.