A myriad of marriages
To a column of visions
A celestial marking
With delectable pleasures
All from differing realities
Is shooting through me
And into another group
A gentle person's arcadia
They converse bureaucracy
In conjunction to delightful pies
Transitory harmony
Is easily overlooked through love
That exists as flesh and bone
I had seen my own
Wander on through
Dominant, but not ill
She led her ensemble
Past the marble houses
And snowberry hedges
Oblivious to novels in my hand
Until I made my given way there
A greeting on each of their hand
We exchanged fun reviews
Until the mid bell had rung
And so it did
Leaving me to follow the birds
Back to my place of resting