How can it be
These words have
Never before been written
In this illustrious order?
Gliding, sliding, sometimes hiding
Behind the word preceeding
Only to jump out and capture
Or amaze, perhaps daze,
Or make you draw
In your breath in awe
The laws of rhyme defied
Or overused and abused
Winsome and floating
Like my thoughts
On a gray and dreary day
And where to end?
In a crypt of dead words?
Or perhaps like a sunset
That shines on forever
Just beyond reach
Yet never fading from memory