His Mighty Winged Light

This poem exists to compliment it's twin; Her Lovely Fertile Dance. Based on the idea that since the universe is split into two that so too would the deities in which all existence was made of/from.

The presence of morning holdeth the key 

Holdeth the sun, the presence of He 

He who wakes earth from troubled dreams 

The ruler of logic, The One of which seems 

Seems to grow in moments, hour by hour 

'Till height of sun, the moments of power 

Power that spread o'er all the dawn 

Until dusk befalls and his power is gone 

Gone like a disk entering the sea 

And when he is gone, it seems eternity 

Eternity is forever, an unnatural power 

Like the sun which gives life, the heavens bright flower 

Flower the memories that once made us bright 

Upon the feathers of His Mighty Winged Light