In glorious beauty, eyes do dine, and through a sigh a soul doth speak.
Through young willow tree ‘gainst which I rest, Warmest sunset bathed upraised face. As assiduous star slowly plunged from crest, Above this tranquil, mute resting place. Lulled to a slumber I float, serenely adrift Upon a lonely sea of unfulfilled dreams. Unconscious void, a welcome gift, Through warmth of dappled amber beams. Bright vibrant hues of the rarest of flowers Flecked...Read On