The sun’s patient awakening in dawnIs like an immutable river.Could I have been wrong all along?A youth penanced at the altar…
A silver crescent, In the pink and black sky With hints of yellow, Over a lonely star.Beauty without regrets;Eternity without Age. My wrinkles creep slowly from the corner of my eyes As I watch the nightbleed into day. Such delicate features For a pendulum so large.