Everest to the sun.

I am partial to the light for he who shines the more is Everest to the sun, only to lay morning at my feet, and moonlid eyes of night,  so delicate soft like a cloud of silver,  brimming at the shores of time
Must I wake from dreams he set aside And burn the heart for rest may come And easy not the parting sun, to sleep Or weave that tender soul, in days of dreaming silver , gold, and nights of countless
ways of old.