HYMNS

Daisies mingle with mignonettes and wine.
(There is moonlight on the balcony.)
From the colossal, white conservatory,
Somnolent sonatas resplendently pine.

They are redolent, rapturous, and of the spring.
They ascend with the grace of an angel's wing,
And stir the slender boughs, as they glitter in the sun.
(I stand beside a brook, where the silver currents run.)

At dawn, at noon, and at night they play.
Their soporific ebonies ring radiant through the open bay,
Of the gleaming terrace, where the curtains sway.

And as dusk approaches from the holly-green mountains,
To the diamond-hued stars rises the fountains,
From the umbrageous court, to the hymns of May.

A VOYAGE TO SCOTLAND

I dreamt of fabled epochs
In gilded, golden, spectacular times.
I envisioned diadems and crimson jewels,
Which donned the neck of a feudal queen.

I ferried to Scotland, and dove into the locks.
Underneath the waves I heard mystical wind chimes,
And I swam with sirens in radiant well.
I grew fond of Glasgow and Aberdeen.

I heard carillons in voluptuous domains,
In quiescent gardens, where dappled mallows
Dipped their heads in the turquoise shallows.

I met a Celtic beauty, roving in the rains,
With black, braided tresses in her long, parted mane.

And we kissed beside the mist of a wind-swept lane.             /  From Visionary Wanderings By John Lars Zwerenz