A botanical bounty concealed within chasmed beauty, <br />Bound in primeval anticipation, Fingers grow furious in their grasp <br />As the poet dreams of the poet Queen, The poets dreams begin to lapse. <br />Evocative in duration, incantations of sedation, meditation, masturbation <br />Which is it that will lead the way? Which will last beyond the day? <br />Lead us through from the past, to the present, into the unknown. <br />Which will leave us with something new to say? <br />Which will empower us with the strength, <br />To turn back the force of a thousand sprites? <br />As we shower, basking in the sun's embrace <br />Why should we spurn he source? <br />Why should we turn our backs upon the light? <br /> <br />As spirits fair of love locked hair meandered by the riverside <br />Slack jawed skins shook begrudging grins, trying not to stare. <br />Their way never to run, but to hide behind the possibility slim, <br />Of coming home untarnished, unscathed upon a whim. <br /> <br />Bearing varnished vanities breeding upon the insanity of need <br />When all you're wanting is a place to call your own, <br />A place to feed. A place serene in solitude within which <br />You may find yourself alone, A place to call your home sweet home. <br /> <br />A far cry away from the looking glass taunting, <br />As cryptic secrets keep on haunting, slipping in the shadows <br />Of Love. Of Love's long lost dream never knowing, never shown <br />To what extent the meaning of her visions reveal in streaming <br />Knowledge from the heavens. Be it the flight of the bird? <br />For all birds have flown without reason, <br />Below the stars above still gleaming, <br />In waiting for Love to recapture the moment <br />In waiting for Love to adept to discontent <br />Anything to recover, for her alike no other <br />Loves long lost dream.<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-botanical-bounty/
