As dawns golden chariot began his journey,

His hands grasped tight to the invisible chains,

And mornings eyes watched in wonder,

As he passed her once again.

His mighty steed galloped strong,

Leaving not a cloud in mornings eye,

She watched him dance and smile at her,

And then he passed her by.

Set the rider and his wagon,

Gone the morning and her azure sky,

Set the way for a silent moon beam,

And the ebony satin of the cloak of night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Old poem.

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