Then when the arc of the sun-mated stars drew along a petal pulled by its strings upright from

its edges and pressed in its heart beauty so lovely it crept on its knees

then fluid from perfumed and rare honey drenched in its pistils from its pollen-breath the kiss of the bees kept its ambrosia though love was not present time awaited

a music of entreaty played in shade asked for its portion of sunlight -- again asked for its portion of -- that gave-but for the waking of the solar aim

to light and to delight in its harbor speed distance time that travel the hours