Place Of Wonders... Poem by Insignia Rose

Ah, an effervescent tune!

Of a melody,
lost and, gone so soon.

It seems to be coming from over there.

Yet it seems,
to be nowhere.

It coos like a dove,
on a moonlight sonata night;

But harsh like a chalkboard,
being scraped by a light;

I wander down the road of daybright roses,
Their red light guiding,
by roads that resemble hoses;

Are those horses?
Apparently so.

They are chained,
So brutally though.

Tick, tock,
tick, tock;

Is that a clock?

Indeed.

My time is whittling away,
down the drain,
into the fray.

Frantically struggling,
drowning in this song.

The melody reaches a crescendo,
As I try to find an incessant gong.

Undeterred, it comes back,
The haunting melody,
That leaves, yet stays in on my back.

What's that?

A blind allure?

Apparently so.

The crashing reaches its peak,
As I finally fall to this floor,
To find, I am no longer in sleep.

But in a place of wonders,
Called...