Sun Cycle

The lady folded

Her silver hair

Behind her back

With the strings of a veil

And cut me a pack

Of a famous sword

Sharp to East

Her magnitude

That made the table

In an infinite tangle

And then the darkness came

And wrapped on velvet feet

And here through the window

I saw a quickening eye

Reflecting time

In the blowing night

And pulled the shade

To a clear green game

And from the visions

Riding heavy sea

And from the visions

Riding heavy sea

That cast the ships

Into a sink as man

And burn the ringing

Don't wanna carry inside

Then the morning rose

Lapping up the winds

From the tainted table

That was serving time

It's silver spoon

That was breathing stars

Images flown

Like the birds of high

Wings in the sun

What a blessed sight