Maze
In verdant maze where blossoms wildly grow,
A shadow’d soul doth ‘mid the petals tread.
With brush of winds and whispers soft and low,
He paints the dreams that bloom from dread.
Zephyr
Upon a mossy throne the young lad stood,
In summer’s hush, midst ancient wood.
Soft zephyrs danced through leafy shroud,
While golden light the boughs endowed.
Azure
Lo, ’midst the azure vast she doth arise,
A lady fair, ’twixt earth and starry skies.
With grace she glides on winds so high,
Heaven’s muse in softest lullaby.
Moon silver
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam he strays,
Through verdant vales where silent shadows play.
Alone he walks, with dreams in twilight curled,
A soul adrift within a slumbering world.
Through verdant vales where silent shadows play.
Alone he walks, with dreams in twilight curled,
A soul adrift within a slumbering world.
