I want to be the aeonian sun,
Not the evanescent breeze
I want to be the ephemeral aurora,
Not the transient eclipse.
The elysian glory of the rainbow,
Not the kalopsian greyness of mist.
I want to be the lasting memory,
Not a passing moment.
The imprint on the brain,
The reflection in the heart.
I want to be the dream you dream at dawn,
Not your shadow at noon.