Azimuth

I watch as twilight creeps over the Brothers, stars re-birth beckoning over mountains a shimmering black mantel conceals Azimuth, her seductive ebony lips slide, over the lamp A visage of ivory looks upon earth, drifting shadow to shadow passing as a will-o-wisp of ebony vistas, always out of reach still, the Horizon mesmerizes me, ebony lips and a mantel of seduction, rolls with reverence effaced, Azimuth’s arms await, shaded in Grey, I stand east as the Brothers release her folds I am ever watchful reaching for her hold