Solar Apotheosis
You are the bright, opalescent daughter
Queen of the continents of the moon
I am the beast bent to bring your water
Swift and soon
Let me press you with purpling pleasure
Comets crash from within your eyes
Of all the palaces of tender treasures
Yours is mine
Let me take you in the golden fields
Of ready wheat and rye
Together we will plunge into the sun and die
Let me hold you in the twilight
'Neath the silver spread of stars
The dome of heaven crowns
Around this love of ours
Voices trumpeting, flame and fire
Beating light into white hot glass
In all the languages of ancient landscape
We are free at last!
Autor(es): Robert Steven Reiser, Scott Henry Fray