My soul a water nymph, quicksilver fast
in a dance among thoughts,
My heart, a maid of the sun
lost in unending silks of light.
In my high castle amongst the clouds,
Cold with deep keystones of ice,
my own sky
in nets of crystal
a river of thinnest golden frost
running always over my lap-
The unripe sun pools on the ground,
The whole world light as a feather.
Forever, I'd weave the day, guard it,
Hold it close in the night-
A keeper of life in a sea of stars
on an island nearly lost,
An unending siege in a standstill.
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