Zest.
Walking his tight-rope
night falls just when dawn
flutters her eyeshades
and launches first glow.
Glimmers of fervour
force ray-shards to climb
and undress shadows
then zest-halo bursts.
Glinting with shimmer
full-light shakes awake
and gleam stirs desire
for day to wear glitter.
Applauding insistence
I catch dawn\'s blushing
as she faces Sol\'s door
with passion unkissed.