There is one who I love.

Radiant, she sits in a chariot of stars

And glistens on snow from above.

Among white lies silver scars.


Some nights she wears a veil

Of satin clouds and swirling lace.

Others, she disappears through shadowy gale.

Just as beautiful as when she shows her face.


I write her letters, a serenade from breathless voice.

For her beauty has long taken mine away.

Helios must come, regardless of choice.

But still, I beg her to stay.


She twirls into dawn with effortless grace.

I gaze, ghosted with her light’s embrace