Beyond the dawn
The jealous moon had swept
the stars from sky.
But I have plated in my hair fireflies
so you could feel when I get closer.
I’ve curbed the wildest, blackest storm,
and ride to you on saddle made of dragon's-wort.
A sunset heart is flaming scarlet in my hair.
By our legs -the sky is burning set on fire.
I try to reach beyond the border of the night
before the moon - on dew - will split apart,
before the fog evaporates in silver. ...