silently beneath the stars, i offer all that i have to give;
withered leaves, and faded flowers;
ebony feathers, and time polished stones.
the perfume of newly turned earth, rich with rain;
the pungent aroma of woodsmoke, pregnant with memory.
my love for you, the purest flame, burning steadily, brightly within my heart.
kneeling amidst the rushes, i offer a prayer;
borne on whispered smoke, it lifts to the skies above;
a name softly called; a plea to the moon.