Sunday, August 4, 2013

A pool...and green deep and a dream...

Wish could sit
By this pool
So algaic like life
So green deep as Peace...
As if there dreams of Artemis
Could possibly evolve...
Sauve
Yet not that
Falling flat
After a rise...
But a depth of a rise
As if there all ideas take a happy demise...
All...

Like once
That Lake poet
In His sojourns did find
To country... Her bounty
Awesome
Without end...
Sitting where
He once discovered Godhead
As if finding Her
He went far...
To a birth
He got into The Curious
As if He passed
From puberty
To adulthood
To the hood of a child
Yet with philos such matured
That He forever got lured
By those elements of life-
Like clouds afloat wandering...
Blooms sprouting to beauty...
Rivers flowing to meet eternity...
And smokes from caves smouldering...
Like dreamy scapes getting higher
To reach Him
There...
From exactly where
He his youngish journey did start...
As if He did begin a re-start...

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