My mistress's soul hath longed to seek finer fortune winds
Whereupon seeds of chartreuse grass blusters and grows
Akin to the radiant canary sun, her most youthful fair skin
Upon the cherry blossom horizon, glitters finely and glows
Treading tentative upon quaint dotted rhododendron bushes
To fill her wicker basket with the ripest succulent blackberries
Silvery light catches her mellow lemony hair's ringlets tresses
My bonny mistress's efflorescent spirit nay falters nor wearies
Lithe body like a chromatic hummingbird's wings arched in flight
Roses damasked red and rogue on plump lips and flushed cheeks
Serene zephyr doth pass, carrying with its breeze a sound quite
Like the merry Stradivarian laugh that which thy mistress speaks
She flits posthaste, non dither, questing from blossom to nectar
Yet soon my aromantic honeybee learns that life isn't all sweet
When flourishing foliages swiftly wilt, leaving but a tawny scar
And those frigid turbulent rains make her vitality falter and fleet
My mistress doth seeked her fate on the outside world, yet she barely survived
Only to discover, unfortunately, that all that joie de vivre hath but misery belied
My lost mistress shall wander her path home soon, when her heart finally realises
That her greatest treasure sits lone writing her melodies, a bard sending inkstained kisses.
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Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
