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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Sixteen Who dreamed this dream also dreamed he was dreaming all alone: Tail-end swish of winds barely pulled up the lukewarm afternoon Cob love-bound with pen from Down Under clad in ruby and black Emerged among mute and complacent bevy of milk-white bone Was it the dream of the Other Self? Or the love-lorn Bard’s? Dreaming they’d for an instant slip through the sluice of Time’s guards To ease the pain of a locked-in fateful reality bane Are there as many universes as there are caring gods? Two teenage mates promised by parents with an eye on lineage Linked in self-contained charm among feathered-kind old adage All conscious of their bridal status’ precious caste crimson stakes Their marriage to recognise children romped at the water’s edge Two darling loving non-Mutes on their first and last honeymoon Come from the nether world’s unbroken Darwinian festoon: Bienvenue! Welcome! Sing songbirds all cloaked in cosy warmth! We drink to this untarnished couple! O! See Ol’ Khayyam swoon! All knew ‘tis but the Old Bard in disguise with his Lady Lake All incarnate in stolen time during their one summer’s wake: What the purest in heart desire most even stern Gods relent To watch out of envy what holy emotion can truly slake! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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