Chapters Of Fancy --typo corrected
With half-sealed lights , a thrill beckons
when the whip of wonderland calls me--
Bewildered, my eyes travel
in unmapped time :
For a while,here in the den,
I amble with new heroes and friends
through exciting cities, forests, and halls ,
their own stories inhabiting
my space, my world--
Through vicarious plots and awakenings,
the ripeness of imagination invites
a curiosity wheeling in my mind...
each villain, one maiden fair
shedding lustre behind trails
of pages bound to rip my bones
in torment of rage or love;
this heart flitting like the throb
of a lamp on the floor...
In the den, unbound by my wish
how to end a chapter,
I break into a tear, perhaps fine laughter. ..
One character holding the moon
in desperate scene becomes my mirror...
I trace her own calligraphy of life
frame after frame as my spine
begins to slouch--
with near sleep taking over:
Still amidst some galactic fancy,
the book on my bosom
trembles to haunt my world
made mysteriously beautiful
through the never-ending pursuit
of human yet empyrean schemes...
and I bleed with my heroine's frailties
that I cannot wait for morning
to calm me... not yet.
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