Varchesis Composes Poetry

Progressions

Time, the mysterious lass.
Love, the flighty bird.
Woman, the grandiose gift.
Thought, the immaculate pleasure.
Emotion, the greedy trap.
Fear, the tricky path.
Evolution, the beautiful release.


The Lady of Linden Tree Isle (Dedicated)

When night falls, my love is a dark tree...
A slight, fickle thing wavering in the mist...
From a dash to a sprint, she does lead me...
Into dank alleys and mossy meadows, we run...
Moonlight glistening on her feathery hair...
Timeless tresspasses we undertake...
Under the beams of space itself...
We dance in the fire of life...
Twisting and turning, a mingle of souls...
With a flash of foresight...
We rise from the ashes...
Lonely and free, I hear her glissando chimes...
Echoes and dreams clatter about my mind...
That shimmering, fleeting moment has passed...
When the soul of this luck-born boy...
Took a momentary glimpse into...
The far-fathomed heart of an angel.



'Twas There

Was a little thing and he knew it.
Was a thing like no other.
Was what they dreamt of having, they all did.
Was right there in the hand.
Was there for the taking.
Was without trials or challenge.
Was just there a moment ago.
Was it all just a dream?
Was it really so easy?
Was it there, at all?
Was it? Will it ever be again?


The Grandish Spell

Ickly-dee pickle,
Friddle-dim-dee,
Dobbly-duckleby,
Noddly-tiddy,
Wintee-binkle,
Arfram indos,
Mectosh-fleckish,
Pentag-rudagg,
Tobish-borbish.
Sindalee-swink,
Worblick!


Smallish Visions

In the night of the bear,
There lived a little man there,
Amongst the frindabul bushes and fern,
He did wander and dream,
Marvelous devices and visions,
Raced about his long, brawn brain,
From the biggish machinery,
to the smallish delightry,
Tombock Twindlebee made the world,
a furry-backed wrinkled maze of mirth and glee.



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