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