SHADES OF PRAYER

'The Dawning of Purple'  by  Trish

In the half light, purple strands, drift,

From long silver, streams of light,

It is the royal spirit of moonmilk. Let no shadow reject it,

Or cast a slant, as  innocence of pureness  passes by.

In the hour before midnight, let the moon's motion,

Soothe dark places, as Chinese symbols, tinga-aling,

Prayer poems,and bless, the spiral of changing hues.
Let the fragrance of the prayer poem embrace, and hold close, the inky blackness, as dawn glides into sight.

Tushie