Death of Cumulus

... together we rise again at dawn.

Dr Abe V Rotor
Death of Cumulus

Meet me early in the morning;
grow with me as the sun rises
reaching its zenith as I reach mine;
rest with me as the sun goes down,
glowing with the reddening sky,
and the passing of years - and mine.

But you are a young Sybil at dawn,
pure, rising, but into feathers die.
Would I ask Apollo to curtain the sun,
that you die on some parched land,
on dry river beds and empty lakes?

Then together we rise again at dawn. ~