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 fill'd 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
shepherd's crook;
He lightly stepp'd 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,
I'll bless your name when I dream of
you.
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