In the Heart of Sol

Oh, the mists on the tops of hills sleep as if cast into skies as gray spells and the color of magic now seeps from the breast of the tall earthen swells. Here the bright eye of Sol shall appear as he dawns from the Eastern-most sky with his chariot drawing so near he makes blue bells forget they are shy. Oh, his touch tickles reddest rose hips whilst he winks at the lily so fair and a kiss on the sweet peas soft lips all begotten inside his gold stare. Oh, he chases the chill from the morn though he's aching beyond all compare. Oh, his sad heart awaits so forlorn as he dances in joy on my hair. Oh, he saves all his best 'till the last when the twilight unveils the pale moon and he sighs as he sees her float past and her beauty and grace make him swoon. Oh, he waits and he waits to see when the conditions are all about right and together they will be again when she kisses away the daylight. Oh, he waits for a chance to embrace; the affair that has been there between Oh, the mists try to shield his rapt face and conceal moments he's rarely seen. Oh, she shines in his heart when it's dim and she lights possibilities way and he knows she will dance there with him if he only awaits that grand day.