Thou Rainy Youth
Lillicking slice of mist,
Thou mischievious droplets
That irritate the countenance,
Blessèd be thee beside the
Fumes of sorcery that
Sputter by.
Fluthering spoons of wind
That smooth back bronze locks,
Pastel enlivenment of the
Season's subtle change, that
Maketh thee the golden child!
Nil exempt from that
Enchanting aura of man
Betwixt the grunge and
Tenderness. The young
Do hark the colored
Lights which shine
In scintillating
Grins, caress &
Mesmerize the
Eyes & mind.
Wherefore came that
Monochrome villain,
Time, the wearièd procession
Which eats at the edges of
Enthusiasm's red candle?
The ornament was found
Shattered by the maid.
Whence should go a
Blue exuberance but
Downstream into the
Beguiling churn?
Fell we all headward,
Subsumed by the fluctuating
Darkness, that e'er cleansing
Flame, into the veins of the
Pyrotechnical peafowl
Exploding unnameable
Things which beckon
Thoughts of Youth &
Rain.
Written by
9/13/17
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