Invocation

O FLICKERING stars, perched on a granite poise of sky,

Drop from your heaven-assailing height

Myriad-hued dreams on slumbering earth-memory

Edged with a dimly throbbing night.

Bring on the billows of your fathomless diamond seas

Echoes of far in
nity

Into the dark grey margins of our silences,

Their pages of colourless history.

Lift us from narrow circles of our life

To your deep mystery-chanting choir

Beyond our altars shadow-rapt amespale and brief,

Of your soul-gripping song unaware.

Leave in the stillness of our grey-haunted shore

Trails of your Spirits moon-pearled glow,

And write in our sand-emptiness the mystic lore

Scrolled on your sapphire-luminous brow.

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