Lion head pulsing, shaking mane-light about in due elation,
Freedom sounding, thumping heavy rays upon every petal top gulping,
All earthly wonders gorging on the roar,
Crumbling all the shadow’s reach, fleeing is the darkness,
Gold peels away the deep, paws pounding down the night in a wild race to kingship;
Midsummer, swallows us, and in his belly, we dine together in the warm shroud
of sunshine. It’s divine.