As Golden Dust

Only one with the glimmer of dawn
A star ascending from the depths.

Once with trembling hand, and unwav'ring gaze
A singular bloom i beheld, of beauteous sorrow
Innocent of her shining, golden blaze
"I am withered, waning ev'ry morrow."

"Blossom, where there be day, see thou only night?"

She shone as a gem
In whose gleaming facets i glimpsed
The sun of a summer
I had never seen.

"Wherefore flower thou here?
The hour grows late, and fros
Already caresses the heath
Should not ye have danced
In long days afore?"

"I beg thee remain
And stay by my side
The winter is long
And i am afraid to die."

She stirred my heart
Which so long had been
A casket, empty
Of rotten wood carven
To wander alone the asphodel vale
I could not her forsake.

Wreathed in her scent
The cold fain would claim
But close by her side
In rapture i remained.

Days as golden dust passed.

April's sunset approached at last
I achingly drew away
Once more to meet my fate
A bid farewell, i looked in her eyes
"When ash and oak in amber shine
To bask in your radiance
I shall come again."