O for life to be what once it seemed
And O that I'd recall what even was.
A hunch have I that bright I once it dreamed
A-clenched by fancy's sweet & luscious claws.
A crow with bluest pearling eyes of dew
Or phoenix with translucent wings of air
Imagination: avian askew
Contemplative, now calm, or calm to snare.
A house it built with bits of shining dross
With lofts unreal where slept I like a babe
A house whose stones dissolved to only moss
In slumber studied I its astrolabe.
The constellations glanced were only I
The wordless worlds of lightlush symphonies
And toward them I aspired with a sigh
To float through breath, up spaceward-flowing breeze.
When in the cosmos searched I for the lands
Of laughter, rosy cheeks, and crystal care
Yet only laughed the void at my demands
And reflected me my loon abhorrent stare.
And in those eyes forgot "what once it seemed,"
And so I write to search what once I dreamed.
@d-pend@d-pend.