Leo, 2016
Lions cherry blossom tea-loam eyes,
Your eye is the dandelion.
Beau plasir not as Orion,
Moons aloft on these tireless sighs.
E'en the trees quick-summon Thee
To fill their roots 'ere drenched from "love"
As laughter keeps the carefree dove
From feckless crowns to help them see:
A wasteland whirls its hollow rake--
A tell-tale wind's an owl's cast;
Come mill the hour, warm-mend my mast,
"Abiding" All sewn roads We make.
Copyright © Richard H. Dunsany | Year Posted 2016
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