The night of full Moon
reunited several nocturnals.
Feeble candle’s light created the silence;
and a city beyond our sight
did nothing to hide the Moon
— whose rays shone up and above
from the observants of the night.
Chants emerging within smiles:
“Fire, sacred fire
burning through the night
come to me in my sleep time
bring me visions of light”
And the fire within us was but a silent dancer
as incense floated around our eyes.
Bodily spellcasting;
sometimes, you are hugged
through the feelingly warm contact
of other bodies.
