Solasta shade my azure soul with dreams 
My wings are shaken and waken by light
Basked i groan under your genii streams
A brooding stork with a sanguine delight

My eyes are flailing in your strikes of fire
Sifting love from a tawny lure of glow
I shriek fettered in a stout cavern desire
A small canoe by an occult ardour I row

And wherever the beat of her golden feet
Solasta steals my voiceless bent heart
Her adorable zephyr beauty in cold heat
Paint my silhouette in an immortal art

∴ Lyna Salman