Sands of Time

In the sands of the sunsetting time
she is mine.

In the sands of the loudest and steepest time
she is the bravest cosmic tear,
falling up with all the love
of the chivalrous divine.

We sail into new, more brighter heaven.
We broke the oldest sign
that stares into well-known guardians
that mark the seven.
It is not blazing midnight;
blackest raven flies well past s…