Lighting all the welkin with beams of gold
Flooding our eyes with a brilliant tone
Daydreams take on intensities ten fold
August, summer’s king blinds us from his throne
Poets and fools share flowing light in their blood
The gods gave them special vision at day
Gurus with orbs to see living light’s flood
Mortals without these do not see this way
Shiny objects, bright colors hold the herd\'s power
Are the dreamers gone from our cloyed world
Where are the few who see the sun tower
Light and August knitted as one and purled
You slaves of the muse, why waste your strange sight
Too long have you remained dumb in the light