Divination of an African Sunrise

Dancing Trails
rise up
with sweet smelling perfumes,
shaping and recanting
in all different guises.
Beautiful plumes
dart through the air
spiraling to
the bigger picture.
Divining in light.
Divining in dream.
You came to me
in sweet smelling perfumes
unfurling mist,
dancing in trails,
                    racing into ash.