The Song is Sung

The song is sung, a stream ablaze, an oaken drum, the blood
Of flame. My cedar love, a chest aflare, aloft with tears, a
Tragic tare. But sage to heart, a lotic rose, the lure of light, a
Silent scroll. My ache aspark, my dark aflight, my lambent
Soul, my sightless night: The earth is gold, adorned in silk,
A symbol song, a tear to tilt. And candent art, a perfect pain,
The prayer of life, the flight of flame. My gravid kiln, a
Godly graph, the gift of God, a granite raft.     

The song is sung, a stream ablaze, an oaken drum, the blood
Of flame. My nib to pad, a precious prose, a spirit flare, a
Grackle soul. And wisdom fair, a saintly sight, a passion
Swirl, the ash of light. My hearth aflame, the grounds of God,
The gears of love, a feyic rod. Thus the vision, a velvet
Dream, a violet tear, a candent scene.   

Sage: a wise soul; a master of spirit.
Lotic: the movement of water; a stream.
Lambent: of light or fire flickering softly.
Candent: to emit light as a result of beating heated, such as Moses’ face glowing when he came down from Mount Sinai.
Gravid: filled to capacity with flame.
Kiln: a furnace.
Nib: the tip of an ink pen.
Grackle: a type of songbird.
Hearth: the floor of a furnace/fireplace.
Fey/feyic: otherworldliness and the awareness thereof.