Wayfarer

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 thy name when dreameth I of thine.