Aubade - For B
By Corin
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This is the time of year to write aubades,
Since cold nights last too long for serenades
And rosy fingered Dawn waits till I wake.
Apollo's fiery phaeton rises late
And barely clears the snow topped southern hills,
Since his great steeds are weak of Winter's dearth.
Though they sleep long they have not strength to rise
And drag bright Helios high into the sky,
So, when I open my sleep-heavy lids
A sight of such great splendour meets my eyes
For all the Eastern sky is yellow lit
And high above the cold horizon's grey
High clouds all barred with red greet this bright day.
Now my thoughts to distant lands do turn,
To where my love still sleeps in Nights embrace.
Then thinking upon this I envy Night
And wish that I lay sleeping in Night's stead
That I might hold her close within my arms,
Warming with my body her sweet flesh
And feel within her breast her loving heart
Beating steadily a message meant for all -
That only love makes all our lives worthwhile
Since unlike wealth or status or great power,
The more you give away the more you have.
As dawn to day outside my window grows
I lie in bed and watch the rising sun
Brightening the world with beauty's light.
Now blue and red and yellow fill the sky
To welcome this day's golden globe
As it is hauled slowly from black night
To mount the short days splendid throne.
The do I know that my love loves me still
Since if she did not all this wondrous world
Would fall into a dreadful deep dark void,
This Winter would not ever grow to Spring,
No flowers would ever grow, no birds would sing
And I, once rich, would have lost everything.
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