balladeer of moons
174,171 poems read
the golden dolphins in the sun
the golden dolphins in the sun
occasionally dream
in wealths of saffron
and the gold-red flashes of our holy youth
the saddest day in the world is over
beyond us in the temple of light
the winged helmet of Hermes the thief
glints off of the gold veining
around Guinevere's garter
when we awake from molten time
we will lie in the sarcophagus of the sun
it is good there -- with Hermes
Guinevere
and the dolphins
companions wrapped in the gold chains of praise
clasping in their palms
an untarnished star
where there are still dreams
and gleaming trophies are forgotten
for Kate
occasionally dream
in wealths of saffron
and the gold-red flashes of our holy youth
the saddest day in the world is over
beyond us in the temple of light
the winged helmet of Hermes the thief
glints off of the gold veining
around Guinevere's garter
when we awake from molten time
we will lie in the sarcophagus of the sun
it is good there -- with Hermes
Guinevere
and the dolphins
companions wrapped in the gold chains of praise
clasping in their palms
an untarnished star
where there are still dreams
and gleaming trophies are forgotten
for Kate