Children of the morn,play around for a while,Your father’s doleful;the clouds his visage hide,that his fair eyehe may align,upon great gloomsof the grey high,Play aroundfor just a while.Children of the morn,play around for a while,Ponder upon his lapthe world that’s nigh, ’bout which,to your heart’s content,upon the ray plumesenquire.Skip, prick, prod and shine.Children of theContinue reading “Day, arise!”
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The host
You are of stars an enchanted soiree;of the myriad flowers, a nuanced symphonyof how they sway, a serried rhapsody.You are the scent of cold moon that sleeps upon the valley;for hues to fade in, an obsidian sea.And howsoever the day turns out to be,you are of rhymes, a fair host to my melody!