Roots

rising from the living flames of crespuscular might,
his smile defeats the poisonous breath of brumal
gloom.

time after time, unaffected by the world's disgrace,
you mount the the white horses running across a
roiling and wrathful sea.

fatigue forgotten, thirst quenched by sleek and untamed
horizons aglow, he heeds to to their shrouded errands.

while the balming breeze washes over his progress,
under the dimmest haze of starry archipelagoes,
he grafts his destiny into the phantom helix
of immortality.