Pale as the sacred trees that <br />colonnade <br />the heights to the high temple where <br />incense past mid-night rises <br />burns and goads <br />the dancing spirits farther <br />up the skies.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pale-as-the-sacred-trees-that/
