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