AWAKENING .
From the deepest corners of darkest black midnight
the King moves as he hears a call.
Rousing from sleep he stretches extendindg fingers
before yawning then slowly falls
out of his eastern sky- bed and paints gaudy streaks
of stain on dawn\'s cheeks steadily
mixing more red into her flawless complexion then
smiles at unwary clouds heading
upward climbing higher to avoid summer\'s hot kiss
by trying to avoid confrontation.
Pretentiousness seen and met with scorn air meant
to be scorched soon melts away.
Old Sol\'s first intention to dominate moon\'s vacated
space is followed with zeal,
and vault will be heat-filled today, come light all life
will shrink and as humans feel
bulky hugs from radiation breath\'s resistance distills
into etherized fetters as noon appears.
Sun-dancing glitter on diamond-sharp sea-face will
defy alteration by insisting on searing.
Glare controls beach with vengeance, yet unwisely
emboldens those who decry blisters
by exposing each unprotected winter-white limb to
prostration\'s need to be tan-kissed
by a hot Monarch\'s savagery who fiercely protects
his time and knows fully that all
in his grip today will get expert heat-treatment with
silent scorch until skin can take no more.
Note the power of an awakening Phoebus who daily
makes solar-roast his burning aim. .