Charioteer

I dreamed beneath a speckled sky,
That Great Apollo came to me,
And with a host of fireflies,
He shimmered through my apathy,
And threw his reigns upon my spine,
Which therefore sprouted wings of gold,
With silver drapes and linen fine,
My story ventured to unfold,
I chase the starlight past the dawn,
I savor warmth when thunders clear,
And reminisce on summers gone,
Then make my way as charioteer