Saturday, September 21, 2013
I wore a ring of silver elaboration,
Undoing the wept tears that followed,
Each time it brought new tongues
And happily bestowed grace and reality.
I saw a finger to adorn with the ring,
I felt a wild attitude so innocent and tame,
But intelligence was collected
About the item of some distinction.
A real fairy overwhelmed the public,
Reaching into the cerebrum,
Coating the veins with elixirs and saints,
Fighting with gusto and guise.
The fit men who spectated their findings,
Saw to it a redress of the order of the wings,
And flew to a distant occupation
Where rings of silver were unseated.
The silver ring sang its last note,
Pursued by dragging innocents,
Friction occurred to the letter,
The silver vanished and its stature was dimmed.
The real ring was really a royal gesture,
Full of definite darkness,
The royal kings were safer with laws
That touched the act of jewels and similarity.