Silver Orb

What do you dream of under the pale?

Lost dances,

Forgotten smiles,

Heart piercings too deep for the Halcyon hours.

What do you lose yourself to in the barely there gleam?

Sweet solitude,

Full emptiness,

Bodily inertia and sweet dancing reverie of the inner chamber.

Footsteps and wandering fade,

The icy cool clarity melts into time

As he rises, to set his blinding obedience

On your spirit of eternity.