Auroral Musings

When nascent hours, auroral in their grace,

Did bloom like petalled smiles in verdant close,

And orbs, twin luminaries, held their place,

Like stellar shards where humble flintstone flows.

Then somnolence, an evening delight,

Did cradle me, where Luna's soft beams fell,

But vernal meads succumb to tenebrous blight,

And melancholia did my spirit quell.

Though my psyche, by despair, is oppressed,

Did languish in the twilight domain,

A fervent aspiration, unsuppressed,

Implores, "O, yield not to this dolorous strain!"

For though the journey, arduous and long,

May lead to realms in which raptures belong.

©Affaq