now I hear the solemn lull- <br />a sea's changing salt stare, the coming of <br />a rhythmic enchanting melody when the sea breathes <br />sweeter perhaps, than a thousand guitar chords <br />of a famed pop star in Madison Square Garden. <br /> <br />for an exalted host of seraphs, Faerie Moon <br />brandishing the slim wand of night <br />conducts an orchestra of stars <br />playing twinkle, twinkle little star, a ditty <br /> <br />that's as old perhaps <br />as the sea wind stalking the silent shore <br />of a silver-maned seamless ocean, <br /> <br />probably such a night as when <br />that barbarous King did rape Philomel <br />while a nonchalant nightingale dolorously <br />with inviolable chord sang, <br />or, Sextus Tarquinius treacherous lust when <br />by brute force he took virtuous Lucretia at Collatium.<br /><br />ENOCH JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philomel-and-lucretia/
