I fell headlong into a poem And was immediately swept away As words passed by on paddle boats They pulled me in their wake
The sweet dew of sonnets glistened on the shore Lined with allegory trees Dripping with fruit of poetic glaze As a rhythmic breeze rustles through the leaves
There was an ode of maidens in a field Cultivating the finest of verses With colors of yellows, pinks, blues, and reds From amongst the rows of stanzas
The cool lapping of the waves Brought the imagery to its peak As the metaphoric stream I floated down Opened up into a sea of dreams
I fell headlong into a poem And was immediately swept away...