A Kiss for the Knight
Trenchant gaze collides with unforgiving morn,
Dares the sun to rise.
White-fire rays alight ‘pon Earth’s surface, torn
Between the lengthening of shadows
Between the impudence of days.
With heavy greys of autumn’s breath,
This gaze bespeaks the dying night—
Clinging still to haunting mists
When offered blazing light.
Yet haunting mists keep not their shape,
Nor form of set prediction,
When offered room within a heart,
The heart has lost conviction.