Incense anoints with ember
a soul that's poised to fade.
I lit a candle there.
There's diurnal breath
in the light of a Moon,
and a day that's scattered
in pale amber.
They all gather.
In a hush, quiesced,
they brought the sea,
they brew the breeze.
In white whispers
is a star-bathed Sun,
risen
somewhere far east.