Dr John Celes

Silver Star - 4,064 Points (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Villanelle: A Silver City Of One’s Dreams - Poem by Dr John Celes

A glorious city spired gleams up there
With mountain ranges, silver peaks background
The wayfarer much wonder-struck does stare

A dream appears to have come true but rare
A road that winds through thick forest is found
A glorious city spired gleams up there

The road is lined by silver birches fair
And deer so freely grazing here are found
The wayfarer much wonder-struck does stare

The smell of musk and berries fills the air
In trance, the traveler walks the road dumbfound
A glorious city spired gleams up there

The rain-cast skies have clouds like silverware
The heavenly scene is haunting holy ground
The wayfarer much wonder-struck does stare

To reach the dream-like city, all would dare
No wonder all who’ve seen the place are bound
A glorious city spired gleams up there
The wayfarer much wonder-struck does stare


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013



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