14 July 2011
Everything is white, as only the breath of a virgin's nuptial finery, sweeping past at the close of her triumphant journey's march. All the vestment and holy gown of our Earthen Queen is dyed this colour rung from the soul of her children's hopes. Sweet potion of evanescent emotion, brew hearten full. Come, sun, song, ring, sing, King, sacred ray; leaven, bring, day. Unwind the ice wound stiff round leaves of grass and hang baubles on this same yearn of trees to craft perfect mirror orbs. By a brilliant golden effulgence; blazing, gentle and insistent as a lover's caress, cease frozen plight, gift of night, unclasp the chill dress of winter's height.