Emerging from the cold marshy darkness of his domain,

He swiftly traverses through endless Time,

Wings of flight carry him across oceans to lands far flung,

Which beckoned, but he had only heard about sung.

Suddenly, he finds himself ensconced in misty glades unknown,

Left far behind are those familiar dark gloomy tones,

The soft new dawn does its apricot ray on him gently spew,

All around dewdrops glisten like pearls on leaves scattered askew.

Now as if in a circle of a dream he does begin to wander,

The rolling hills are replete with sunflowers carelessly squandered,

Stretching their tender necks in search of gold,

These wilderness blooms sing songs most enchanting and bold.

Bemused, with eyes wide open does he stagger and roam,

Wonderment fills his lonesome body yet anew youthful soul,

A world so enchanting and ethereal never before had he perceived,

As if he was anew caught in a captivating sieve of a reverie…

Racing downhill, ablaze on a carpet of dewy pillowed green,

Drunk and dazed he is on summer wine most lingeringly sweet,

The sunlight gleefully sprinkles golden showers bright,

As the Kehkashan* witnesses his heady giddiness most light.

Replete and drugged with a potion most potent and winged,

Into the sweet pure waters of the stream he starkly swims,

Leaving behind tiny ripples in the stream that giggle aloud,

At the alluring nudity of this man once so somber and proud.

The underbrush holds in itself a most secret nest,

He scrambles past a myriad of lilies spreading their web,

As night falls, fields give way to the roaring of the sea,

The silver sand clings onto his slender boned limbs.

Thundering tidal waves race passionately with all their might,

Hurtling towards the shore on that cool moonlit night,

Silverdust is sprinkled carelessly from shore to shore,

Mysterious murmuring in the moonlight he hears over the roar.

As if her presence had uncloaked him with the winds that gently blew,

His devotion for that elusive radiant stranger, in his heart seems to renew,

Although a sight of that lady in white he had not yet glimpsed,

She existed in all that he had that day soaked himself deeply within…

Mystification most strange and engaging now slowly grips his heart,

As he recalls all the varied passions of the day now long past,

From gloomy marshes to sunny glades although he rapidly flew,

But, in his soul “what I want to be”, he still seems to have no clue!

*kehkashan is a rainbow