King of Gerar

The sun wakes

With a radiant nimbus.

The sun watches

Over Levantine coasts.

The sands dream

Of iridescent bezants.

In balmy shores

Crystals feed on beams.

On graveled deserts

The panther strides.

Eyes splinter green,

And a gleam replies.

The sands temper,

And flying flies

The azure they flee.

Lips pull tides.

Nictate.

Abimelech sleeps

and returns, of azaleas, a taste.