Our second gateway holding on,
Clear night's and wind rustle,
Purification in snow for land,
Now times all hustle and bustle.
She may pass without a full moon,
Darkness blinks in eyes of the plain,
Castor sugar may sweeten all,
Tired hands healed quick in grain.
St. Valentine rules in all cases,
Even the groundhog day pails,
Clicking fingers stripped in essence,
Flight's of birds spend time in rails.
Pisces coloured with light violet,
Embrace all that she is and will be,
February harkens ages of era,
Sleep tight on hills of hardened knee.