When it rose over the horizon as light
turned blue to purple to black,
it became my one true diamond.
Here was something for my wanderings,
something to cast upon my dreams
and mythologies—Pegasus, my
flashing white heart, a sun
with no heat,
a kite tethered to the curve of Earth.
Nothing can leave me now.
I will catch it in due course, lonesome
traveler, wandering bard.
What could I give,
when the earth opens,
and sunlight divides
between stars, and night,
all gold in the deep fire