Out of Reach
Her glow is coppery-sweet and sunny and the Earth is lifted upon first
light. Laughter and gaeity follow her closely behind as she rains joy upon
the land and shines her love down upon me. Warm is her light and soft is
the glow that is her soul so brilliant. Might I bask near my love and know
a moment of godhood? Nay, that love is a goddess and I am but a man, gripped
in Promethian pyre.