An Aria At Sunset

Now that you are here, take in the sunset and the flare of wings catching gold in sweeping turns down to water creased with waves and the foam wind blown to shore. And here, the vision of her tracing the minds furthest reach in footsteps upon what you see and how the sun's last light anoints her face. Feel her presence here in the lift and fall of tides, the breathings of water washing over crusted rock and the air gilded with seaspray. Now that you are here, gather in the distances as the evening closes in and the day slips from the horizon. This is the time of dissolution, the birthplace of dreams within whose chambers are held the secrets of the tribe, their stain and triumphs ghosted upon a mirrored world, the time for the songstress, chronicler of the soul, the one who hears the murmur of creation as it ripples across the vastness, the voice of love channeling the faint echoes of the sublime through an infinite silence.