Coral Corona

Your face against the sky as stars awake.

Your eyes beside the night as shadows rise.

Your hair against the moon as moments break.

Your lips apart in megatonic cries.

Stray coral strands are coyly spread

About the edge of lunar shade.

An astral crown around your head

Hangs lightly 'pon a blessed braid.

Dusted with the void's debris,

The dark is lost within your locks.

Freed of distant time's decree,

You toss your fate where wildness walks.

Your tresses drag by old remains

Of constellations cold and dim.

Far brighter than their faded fanes,

You flout the fates with wanton whim.