The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | Page 14
The Amethyst
Time explicit and fain around, Milieu stiffed, leaves fall down Scene senses elf so tranquil, Sprites revolve colossal ground. Scarlet autumn sun so bright, And, light Bardolino land-shade,‘ f eve, Emerald cloud, woods giant-high and might, Nature naturism is so beauty, that Mournful breeze would yearn to leave. Concoct this- sense and thoughts‘ f her, What raiment to kernel soul is-, Prodigious brain as‘ f and for you, Nohow I know to hold my breath In search‘ f thee, O &# 39; Miss‘ t kept aflew, Here this vision, sotto voce air phew said-‘ T is thee my eyes fore laid. Lost the real when‘ t comes to you, In the virtual sketch now I‘ m Drawing thee in the hazel airy stream, Painting my Peri in the blue- all anew.
So samite so Sloane, O ' morning dame, And young and sound and sane, Dulcet lips so curls Stygian prize
Pen as light- thy gelid face eulogize; Amethyst the heart red so violet
Rate the blood in the raw- we met; Pounding, throbbing cloud nine
Silken-Silhouette in light low shade-Out and out glom sense‘ f mine. Thou au naturel shoeless touch Rosy flavour‘ n blushful mist has all so much, On the magisterial blue-gray bed‘ f sky
Like a cuddling soft jaybird fly. No ken‘ f men or tellurian
Odd mind‘ f none can suss thy shrine presence;
Relic the souls for clock and carve, as bliss, The convivial fortuity‘ f love on Capstones and brows and in the ocean ' s abyss, Figures us shield and scabbard’ s sword,