I'm dreaming of the spires of Desdemona                                  
Stirred by the the sands of Barcelona
A rooftop view
Through
The distance
Of the sun kissed mist
A Dawn like no other
Or no one
Time
Perpetual in light
Passing with night
A memory of the blues                                              
Held in the heart of a failed lover                          
Ecstasy to anxiety
Heart to sole
To walk away
Or stay
Blending with the warm dry dust

Your talking eyes

Are a
Subtle
Distraction

They tranquillise

Before
Drowning
Quietly

In my own gravy

I brought her to the water by the moon,
To share with her, the shade beside the sea,
I gave to her my eyes, that she might see,
and sang to her the most afflicted tune.

I prayed of her what she might ever do,
When faced with all the mightiest would fear,
She whispered, through a solitary tear,
A crystal verse to stay her last adieu.

When fires of gold have shed their morning light,
When embers fade and only ash remains,
When enemies of old are at the gates,

Do not embrace the darkness of that night,
Or think upon those ashes with disdain,
For all that might remain will share our fate.

as his majesty, father sun
cast his loving gaze toward
her highness, mother earth

with her frosty mountains
and snowy plains
her frozen canyons
and crystalized skies

she blushed with
soft pink affection
in the light of his
glowing devotion

inundating the silence
of a frigid-blue dawn
with their lustrous love