fogs on the pond,
gleam like fire on a voile.
awes flying with comets,
painting upon a starless sky.

lily pads silvered,
blue night young with shivers.
dulcet tone of the harp croons,
melodic like a poet's rhymes.

crystallized blood sweet of mist,
lingering on her lily-white ribs.
in the land where Mozart's energy sought,
in staccato his beauty fought.

To the doors,
the moors hide;
behind the half-light,
the garden ripe.

 in fey music, in sullen mist,
       the agonies and myths,
together in all
bequeath,
        to the flow of a rosary's beads.