Thursday, 12 April 2012

O, pretty maiden, please repeat
The words which you just said to me
The sonata which set me free
The murmurs of pure ecstacy

It was in times of solemn angst
When had you come and softly sang
And those sweet-sounding bells had rang
As thoughts of relevation sprang

And all my thoughts became aligned
So, please, I beg, be just and kind
Else I assure I'll never find
That pure tranquility of mind

1 comment:

  1. A sort of storm brought me here. Amongst the flotsam and jestam I found this, something of value.