Permit me to whisper a serenade
Brash shouting would your delicate ear daze
Fools’ mouths let frothing gibberish cascade—
Soft as velvet, my words must match your gaze
How deftly did you weave from solitude
An ethereal empire of verse?
Regal was your peculiar attitude
You talked with death in his shadowy hearse
Alone, you feathered hope like a strange bird
A fly buzzed ‘round your corpse; you lived again
To birth a fresh enigma with each word
And thus complete your labyrinth arcane
Wider than any sky was your wild brain—
A sponge that drank all oceans, without strain
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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