Eos

how we know

beauty when horizon

she crimsonly colors

when her crest

is the sky in its fluting pink

we know by this certain ache

with her fingers of rose arranged

so for their hold to take

waters like dew down her feathers

flow and dreams we divers climb out from their pull

those who wander while from tread each heel lift

this beauty

in the rising forward know

yet i from your cheek brushing its mist of hair

as the day first brushes the face of earth

know beauty beloved of morning's worth