A final kiss, ageing beams caress an expectant face
And trace her form with fingers warm, illuminating lace
Serene, she waits to feel the touch, Apollo's tender rays
Shadows long, the dying light claws the fading day

In early times, with wasted heat, passion burning high
He proudly blazed, shining blind and raced across the sky
Only now the day is done, he finds that she awaits
Impending death, he bares his soul, and curses insight late

Whilst sands run low and lamps run dry, he tangles with her hair
Drinks one last look, a final glance in softening despair
Closing eyes with single tear, he catches at night's door
But she is calm and knows anon, that they will meet once more

Leon
8/1/13