Night’s dark embrace of these candles of petition
Speaks to a soul on its knees in the moonlight. It
Hears a mere cricket in the chorale: “Rejoice!” across
This fallow field. The shadow casted seeking Love.
This journey took so long. Too long it seems.
The day sets its weight down upon shoulders
Digging a grave to bury the soul of Ophelia
A chant pleads: “She still Lives! She still Lives!”
A voice reaches the blackened heart to wash away
Impurities, “one more day, one more day, one more…”
Hear me, Moonlight, speak petition to the soul,
A candle that flickers by night’s dark embrace.