The friends of the king and maiden enjoy the warmth of a dancing fire thru the early morning hours into a transcendent cockcrow morning. The heavens transpose into a dynamic polychromatic sonnet. The pleasing couple has been experiencing God blending two into one all night.
“Who is this that appears like the dawn?” they inquire. The fair moon and bright sun share the vault of the heavens. The friends are the majestic stars in procession. Dawn’s canopy is the majesty’s sensual plunge.
The king and the queen appear like the dawn. She is the fair moon. He is the bright sun. The friends are the majestic stars in procession, meeting the couple appearing from night’s bed of lilies.