It was a tired old day, when at dusk, I descended
Past the towering orchids; grassy bucolic dreams-
When I saw the nebula of stardust started congealing
In the heaven above where my castles I had built.

She dwelt amidst the echoing hills,
Mirroring the regalia of good old Byzantine reign
In her verve I found a temple of love
In her wild eyes, a dark cumulus haven.

And there I stood for a thousand years it seemed
Like a poet entranced by the lily of the valley.
Or a drifter whose oars had gone astray
A traveller lost somewhere in the meander of infinity.

She ran barefoot from her cottage down the dale –
Cerise fabrics sprinted over her auburn sun kissed skin
It was a shrine of satin terra firma her dainty feet treaded
Blessed by the violets and pimpernels in the idyllic deep.

She sprinted to her boat and she sprinted in my blood
She hovered amid the sequoia like a skylark
She fed me her hand-picked persimmons that grew in the wild
In the pagoda of antiquity I drank avocado wine.