Air infused white prisms, imprisons,
The weary daylight lingers ethereal,
And Sol himself, diffused through air,
Stills all things in mystical liaisons,
Inweaved.
Mist fall, dissolve mount, mountain,
Dusk delays the burning of the skies.
Birds, beasts, and trees, and you and I,
Boundless of bark, fur, feather and skin,
Commune.
Heavens sickly falter, pales as impaled,
The sun, o'er horizons' sword unsheathed,
Mists cede to love's sacred crimson dying,
Sliver at world's edge, seeing beyond the vale,
Transcend.
