Timed.
Far away on first-fringed beams of morning
rides Ol\' Sol\'s wild horses,
rays of white light
moving in sequence saddle silence
for Venus as gifts pour from her paramour Night.
Stars gather for dark\'s dismissal, restored
to spacious vaults pale more
as they wait \'til sanctified
by call for ascension where sighted
they can display next cavalcade\'s candled fire.
Desire for his Lady of changeable form
sees Knight\'s won glory
now timed to break, rising
when victorious Dawn realizes
with Venus unveiled new morning can smile.