Golden Chariot

Carry me over the
desperate morning skies and
let me help you
enlighten the world,
enluciate the candles
asleep betwixt the sheets
of bearded clouds
and i will spray the 
mists of rays over
the darkness of the hearts.
There shall be, and stay, 
the delicate fires
until the last glimpses
of vesper.
It may come to pass,
but at least it came.
don't fear, we'll always
have tomorrow again.