Late of sulphurous dust
Ache to see her yawning
In her state the wait is on
She hears the borealis fawning
It’s light, it’s dark
It’s light again
It’s skies with silver linings
She wears phosphorescent finings
Late of cumulus musk
Faked to catch her calling
In her freight the date is on
She sees the courtiers a strolling
It’s time, it’s place
It’s time again
Its flights with hidden findings
Her sights light on viva volcanic bindings
