Vases of rhyme

Upturned on wavy hills

Of chords and strings

By a wily cloud

Flying on imaginary wings


The rhymes float down

On a silvery rill

Of words sublime

In the eternal

Dell of time

Lined on the sides

By the variegated ream

Of emotions

Sewn together

In flawless seams

Swathing his

Unspoken dreams

Like summer leaves on an evergreen tree


So it seems

To an eye

Roving, Desultory


But which can

And will

When he wills

Break free

From each other

And join the flow


Or separately

Leaving words aglow

Like sunbeams meet

The sparkling snow



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