Before the rise of dawn
in skies of amber and silk.
She closes her eyes
in soft throws of sleep.
Remembering a time of unforgotten bliss.
He stands before her,
emerging from the haze,
folded under arm,
stirring the heavens, to bring him near,
To meet her at this place
of educed tales.
Lips touch – in moments of ecstasy
A riot among day and night –
rebellious and rising
cradled in the spell,
Fallen below the dawning,
The first light of day
to take him away,
To cast his light across the land,

Where she holds him dear.

J.Calvert 2016