Sing to me a romance, sire That splendid trod the starry roads. All ye dust-strewn travellers, hasten To the hearthside! What seest thou, wayfarer, Upon thy journey to a citrine sun? Caves of candlelight with amethyst imbued, Opal skulls of opal creatures decorating tombs! Woods of columned water supporting ceilings breathing blue, Seascapes filld with poison, lonely, waiting for the few Final scarlet denizens to march into the scorching fumes! Stalks of lapis lazuli groaning against a tired breeze, Sparkling in the quaint moonlight, and owls eyes in sapphire trees, Hooting to one year of moons that hang on petals in the air! Growing ghosts in silver pots upon a silent windowsill, Built into the side of nothing built into a nothing hill! A cage that housed a nightingale was hung upon a shepherds crook; He lightly steppd across the tide, his statuary effervescing. Boughs dipped their lovely heads into the lake of one-thousand tiers To admire an Absinthe floodgate, and a piquant gallery. Morning, and the dreamers fade Like lovers gazes past their hour. Cannot sunrise wait forever For its time? Farewell, starry wayfarer, Ill bless your name when I dream of you.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 23:50:09 +0000
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