Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;
Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries, the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame, as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain .... Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night undulating sinuously towards the evening light none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;
Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow but this I know,... no never have I seen such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night.