Apollo

I wake to a budding dream A floating start to the hours In their unbroken clock-scream A saintly battle fought on morning dew Midasgold burning through the stale-cold The poetry god triumphs anew So repeating patterns are drawn and bold As I stay in the grassy green cut Eagerly watching life’s drama unfold. The sun and moon in a grisly duel The hostilities of an eternity, stretching thin The eyes of morning, open and cool. As the day cries through its tears, and draws The breathe of the black leopard into night Clutching the world with her dark, intoxicating paws And again! The saintly chariot yet drawn A swimming disc, rolling ‘round through the unseen sky Lets the complacent night alone till dawn.