From dawn’s first hazy glimmer,
Through her shallow rise and fall;
A gentle caress, a golden touch,
Her whispered breath lingers still.
Soft flowing silken shadows,
Go meandering lazily onward;
Past sinuous vales of pasture,
To pool beneath the rapids crest.
A fragile narrow path leads on
High enough to touch the clouds,
Testing the summit of her peaks;
To scale her tempestuous heights
Unblinking obsidian eyes,
Survey his newly chosen land,
No truth within the Holy Grail;
Her promise fades by tomorrow.
As he was
Left on the edge of her reason,
His heart in the palm of her hand;
To the tune of her whim or fancy,
He danced along the razors edge.
No-one saw how
He loved this gentle fertile land,
Yet he knew he could never stay;
He carried destruction in his hand,
While followed by blight and decay.
Perhaps one day he would settle.