In Scrying Pools (Triolet Sonnet)
Silently sat beneath moonlight
the air is sweet with jasmine's scent
I look into the waters of night.
Silently sat beneath moonlight
and there I see you in my sight
my lady hears my heart's lament
Silently sat beneath moonlight
the air is sweet with jasmine's scent.
In scrying pools my astral flight,
silently sat beneath moonlight,
she takes my hand as I recite
the words of love with heart's intent
Silently sat beneath moonlight
the air is sweet with jasmine's scent.
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