Dancing maiden of the morning sun

Sliding up her sensual form, behold

The tender day-bringer has just begun

his journey over the land of gold.

Alas! The realization of momentariness

Creeps up, a hungry beast on it’s prey

and the insatiable desire to harness

wild hoses, this moment of this day.

When the day is ripe, no more you shall be

But I’d rather, my love,  you dance forever

So I catch this moment in a virtual eternity

And this is all this poor poet can ever give her…

The day-bringer and his grim demystifying

xcpt for but twice a day, Once in his cradle

He’s a mystic, and just before he’s dying,

the young romantic’s heart he does kindle…