An unyeilding gaze

You drift upon a floating tide

With filmy dew

Laced in your hair. But oh,

Those clouds of gold and silk

Adorn your eyes

The richest tincture stains the skies.


Your body melts into the light

As Aurora yawns, her sunbeams fight

And fluid breezes wrap their arms 

Around you, transient,

half-dissolved at night.


The crimson brow and guilded wings

Take mingling flight

And hazy colour blazons bright.

Yeilding, no; savage my soul

As Phoebus groans and Memory sings. 


The End

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