You are the dawn of  hope,

The Muse of all art.

The proem to every book,

The rhythm of each heart.

Your tactile form is wispish 

Like winter mist on a still lake.

Your breath carries the wishes

Of billion souls in its wake.

The words you breathe are woven 

In a garland of pearls, pure and white.

With your deep gaze you pierce

The fiery hearts of stars at night.

Draped you are in pelagic colours,

Your crown is snow-capped.

To repeat your speech all diction fails, 

 A thousand quaint mysteries unmapped.

The golden crops gently sway

At the steps of your dance.

Bees flutter their gossamer wings

And rollick their breezy romance.

The rainbows dance on your hair,

Myths were forged by your hands,

Legends bore witness to your words,

And history follows your commands.

All my dreams and prayers,

Sailing aimless through stormy sea,

Tossed and turned in tumultuous tempest,

Wanders to you like long lost plea.

Beyond the eyes of the four-headed god,

Past the dark domain of time,

There you sleep, your dreams manifest

As whispers of truth in my rhyme.