It’s the Catalina Wine Mixer…

Fogs of future fading finish
Waters deep beneath the wings
Chrysaline enclosure fledgling
Guarded song revealed to sing

To set the puzzle’s codex
A six-piece riddle’s rhyme
Bright horizon’s landscapes
Preparedness takes the time

Shining bands devotion to
The day the story ends
Though yet remains the journey
That brings a knee to bend