The Veil of the Setting Sun

We stayed up until the twilight
You wore a crown of plum smoke that
Night, and your skin stayed darker still
I can get two lazy donkeys,
Proof of the lengths I’d travel to,

Should my heart burn so truthfully
And in tender sacrifices
I’d gift you glimmering treasures—
A golden ring, or a warm fleece,
Precious, great tokens for my queen.
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I bow down to you because
I do it with great pleasure
I heard in dreams it was so,

That this would work from now on
I want to peel an orange
To give it to you in palm.

Your smile recalls a side of the Dipper,
So as I look about an orange farm,
I notice you in your long yellow dress.

I may have had the most golden moment,
An opportunity with the gray wings
Of a falcon, to soar freely above.

The first time we met I was so strong and
Youthful, at the pinnacle of my keen
Talents, to be shown to my followers.