Immemorial 

Within the golden lamp of some ancient dream,
A song was sung from silvery feathered beings,

Plumes of spectra in perspectivated pull,
Now forever knitted into the distinctly twined shawl,

Flowers grow and leaf curl glides in the graceful step,
She strides behind the mighty trunks like a rainbow silhouette,

Nowhere here but every single where the eye of adoring depth,
Take her hand and learn the steps to dance as an adept.


Rowan Blair Colver