Quicksilver Reflections

 
 
 
 
Halo’d in the light of dreams
The old man sits and ponders
Caring not for how it seems,
He’ll catch the world in wonders.
Take the left and magic field.
Herald the prancing pansies
who cast their shadows –
        silhouettes sealed
In wilds of whirlpool
        patterns and rhyme.
I’ve come to see Venice & Athens & Liverpool.
Can’t stop for Atlantis – haven’t the time.
 
Mellow’d in the light of spring
The old man laughs and dances.
Worries are a deadweight thing
Akin to hollow stances.
Take the high and mystic plain
call out to racing rainwaves
As mannequins pantomime stalks of grain
In tempest of turmoil
        seaweed and slime.
I’ve come to see Venice and Athens and Liverpool.
Can’t stop for Atlantis — haven’t the time.
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