Sun Blossoms

Haloed Face

I HAVE grown into a milk-white fire of the moon
In the sky-shadow of the Vast;
Clouds of pale figures fall into a swoon
From my soul's radiance cast.

Candle-vision from haunts of starry caves
Flickers on my path of dreams
Like sinuous smiles of pearl-glistening waves
On the heart of rock-strewn streams.

Poised in an eagle-calm my thoughts ow
Over dark ranges of night
Burdened with the hues of some invisible glow
Of a sun-dripping light.

Around a haloed face they hover and rest
And on its beauty brood
And drink now the gold-brimming nectar, pressed
From its infinitude.

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