(Love’s obscure cares)
Magic in thine words swirls around,
aplenty abounds.
Over frozen wastes,
glen and sculpted fate,
wandering gypsy flute sounds.
Waft winds melodious songs.
Far of desires,
enmesh conspire.
Ah! those thongs.
Heard over daily wandering trysts,
amaze in coiling mists,
wrap ensconce.
Bundled beset in dazzling morns,
like gold cascades from corns.
With me covert and surge,
in blinding urge.
Reality conceals.
Wishes congeals.
I silent for reassurance, grope.
Tumble, befuddled hope.
Reverie thus elopes.
Sun and the moon dance,
an eerie romance,
like northern lights.
Contrite!
In shafts of elusive delight.
The distances howl.
In shadows prowl
Lie by my companion’s jowl.
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.............come on poor babe some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens to be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savageness aside, have done like offices of pity... The Winter's Tale...II.iii...SHAKESPEARE