Title: Eos' Dance
by Cierra | in writing, poetry
The cold pale beginning of morning,
Waiting in patience for Eos to dance,
To dance on her own night tears of dew
And open sky's gate for the day's advance.
Selene mourns the mortal Endymion
Cursing Zeus in her wailing of white:
Apollo Helios draws chariot nigh,
Thundered by sol steeds, drawing the light.
Hera frees her peacocks into Eos' dawn,
Eros gathers his lover's arrows:
Gaia stretches her fingers abroad,
Athena opens her hand to the heroes.
They awake and arise, one each to advance:
Another day begun with Eos' dance.
A cold morning right before sunrise, and the quiet thought of Apollos pulling his chariot over the horizon.
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