It is hard to refute the stars

Or summer

Or love.


It is hard to remain unmoved,

Even in the ecstasies of contemplation,

When we are dancing outside your door.


When we return

To love and lose upon sacred grounds

When you are sleeping.


For I am a pagan

And I seek the perfect moment

When you will be overcome.


Until then, I will dance this festival,

For when the night comes,

I will have no need of your irrefutable proofs.