To the Pearl on High
[What else is worship at its coree but love and passionate adoration? What is devotion if not desire and striving for union?]
Nearer and nearer draw the hours
that re-join the Moon and her kin
ignited by this longed shift of power
the conflagration of hearts begins
With the sap from the wound of Night's saint
the back of my head I anoint in your name
Your grace captured in the waters of the soul
the mortal vase stands holy and pure
As naked as are the cloundless skies
again I've entered your age-old shrine
I proclaim
with adamant belief
no thing profane
can dim this love I feel
Serpentine shapes of swirling smoke
move in rhythm with the tide
they slither upwards to the stars' abode
as my gift to the Pearl on high
I proclaim
with adamant belief
no thing profane
can dim this love I feel
In circles we dance like wraiths
shifting between bright and grey masks
until the last gate we penetrate
and deep into your darkness pass