"In her Mourning"
-Gahalia

She extolled the Virtues of the Heat of the Morning
Not knowing that a Fantasy it merely be
It slumbered on her pillow as she lay her head down in a trance,
And its talons never left her expectations.

But with sad laughter one day came --
She realized that all had passed.
She laid her head upon her pillow
And in the Morning, woke to Dance.