Harmless Miseria

With diamantine dew ornamented tremble sweet lilies white

Under the rain threatened melancholy morning’s watercolor light

I don a Delphic countenance Wilde surely would approve as I pine

For the apocryphal miseria of the veiled moon and the stars divine-

Her ladies-in-waiting pococurante- nur im selbst verliebt- of course,

Being able to roam land out of Monet’s dream and drink plum waters

Like wine, I long to be a bird in flight-to stretch my starved soul over

The sugar frosted mountains white, to not be tethered to thee who

I am doomed to love and sigh over in this empty prison with a view

I long, I long…the earth is shaken by the sky…the first drops fall.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

ohh you are wearing high heals today,think i could not reach you this high
what loveliness,guess this looks like Wilde speach or poetry..i only read his novels
so i could guess..just love those lines,drink plum waters like wine..stretch my soul
and high i fly away from your prison,for long was doomed to love you and sigh
this is really great ,loved it all
lovely write