Incense Curls and Candlelight
Dark Mother of the fullest silver moon,
Once more I call upon thy hallowed name,
Beneath thy light I mark the sacred rune,
As in thy blessed hands my spirit’s tame.
By the burning of candle’s amber flame,
All through the night unto the golden dawn,
Inspire my voice; invoke thy pow’r and claim,
Unto thee in lunar light my soul is born.
As to this world I know I must return,
To seek thy wise so I may clearly see,
Inspire my heart so I may want to learn,
Thy ways that bring my soul closer to thee,
As incense curls to show my destiny,
Those ancient ways I know must come to be.
Form: Irish Sonnet
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