the sun rises in a distant land thru Time's dark alleyways a golden Yolk embraces a silent triumphal Sky , spilling its colours as a River overflowing its course , its Center becoming one with the extremities of Space , filling Earth's Egg with its lustre , as a Heartbeat awakening from an obscure hibernation , into the magical Hour where pink Clouds roam and purple Birds beat transluscent Wings , where Stars melt into the transformative Heavens , and Dragons yawn from the Night's long slumber |