Sitting on the edge of the horizon
Staring into the suns enveloping brightness

Wandering in corridors so dusty
Wondering where he put the key

He locked himself in the chasm
He hid from her locking gaze
He blinded himself from her pristine beauty
To him merely a blur, a ripple, a haze

He held her in such high a place
He wanted so much to stroke her face
Silently he wished these things
Selfishly wanting to clip her wings

Time hath passed. Sitting now
Staring into the Sun with sweat on brow
A flustered moment of times recourse
Forever be she his winged-horse