Daylight deities invisible in the watching light
Crown my crux with wishful kisses,
They solemnly proclaim of moonlight dreams
When those who have deceived
My eyes will bloom with a palette of promise.
My sirens and my Apollo-heralds imagine
What trails and tantalising psalms will sing out
When the clouds will part and knowledge
Swirls about the gaseous atmosphere.
That time is present with its feathered caress;
And my submerged stars reach their christening-
And neurones spark into their existence;
Glistening, ever promising to carry the light
Across their wings: that flowing starlight
Will emerge to grant a power-filled predicament
In such soft erasures of late hours,
For they do take away the harshness of the night,
Those astral etherealities and flaxen divinities
That rise to set another line of sprightly
Exuberance upon my canvas white of day.