To sweep away, You and I,
and blaze across the morning sky;
To greet the dawning light
and bask in searing rays abright.
The slumb'ring earth will grow small
as we draw near that City's wall,
Engirding the Realm of Sunrise-Dream,
where sights unseen doth fully stream.
It shall be You and I who open the gates
to sate desires that never abate.
Lo! the spires and moving monuments
made of glister and blinding elements.
It is in this Citadel we shall linger,
tasting bliss with our fingers;
Ambling 'twixt immense colonnades,
in halls with floors of many gems made.
So clasp fast my hand and we shall flit
skywards to our rightful throne to sit.
Together abreast, away we will be taken—
close thine eyes: the Sun awakens.
M.M. — November-December MMIX; Aprilis-Maius MMX
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