artgardon

so sorrow lays at the foot of thoughts beliefs to grief to summon found not hence the wither bee dances upon the lily tree in solemn moments delight it nay not by fear of night or day but noblest of the kinder say, be not grieved, hope leads the way sullen paths the past did take hither not to a future make seeded thoughts of yester-wake playful words of fiery lakes once i thought i knew it not now is here from whence I thought not at all like the mind displayed a dreamer’s dream like night and day dreamless sleep keeps night the warm frolick in and out of storms no keener place for me to be inside a dream inside of me