Shimmering of winds in flight,
glorious, glorious, glorious sight
chase budding glows of day;
A winking night
applaud
sumptuous might
of a waning day
pushed to rest on roses trays;
It won’t be for long before
morn wakes again…
just on shimmering
wings…
In the wake of loving kings,
to salute glorious,
glorious sights
Of day!
« return.