The ocean is your bath—scrub off the day.
Prepare to sprinkle the earth with soft night
After your brother, the sun, slips away.
Make quick of your work; make your pale face bright.
Beautiful Endymion rests his eyes
Endlessly, closing the world from his sight.
His splendor is heightened by your white rays;
He’ll stay young forever—shepherd no more—
As your moon-washed lover. Face to the sky,
He waits each night for you to come adore
His still form: mortal ever locked in dream.
Work done, you kneel beside him on Earth’s floor,
Caressing his sweet face—kisses streaming
From lips to flesh, iridescent seeming.
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Becks Byrne
Horror writer exploring the dark side of the world. Find out more at www.BecksByrne.com.
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