Sun Cycle

The lady folded

Her silver hair

Behind her back

With the strings of a veil

And cut me a pack, of a famous sword

Sharp to east

Her magnitude

That made the table in an infinite tangle

And then the darkness came

All wrapped on velvet feet

And here through the window

I saw a quickening eye

Reflecting time in the blowing night

And pulled the shade

To a clear green game

And from the visions, riding heavy sea

And from the visions, riding heavy sea

That cast the ships

Into a sink as man

And burn the ringing, don't wanna carry inside

Then the morning roars

Lapping up the winds

From the tainted table

That was serving time

It's silver spoon that was breathing stars

Images flown

Like the birds of high

Wings in the sun, oh, what a blessed sight