Candle Night Vigil

candlelight vigil in night she glides in like a white dove of peace forest in rain tropical moon lightning in my fiery heart she turns our eyes are locked a fraction of a second prayer is her eyes ceremony of purification rattle and gongs gratification booming of drums shakes nascent blood of a rooster born as black heated stones steam bath in a secluded hut the snoring of the priest prayer hymns bladesmiths chat mystical glory is on her eyes are more direct here now penetration then suffocation feathers of the sea ducks floating in damp air we are on the way catch us if you can 11.33 am july 17 2016 her eyes are more direct now penetration