Of The Western Lights

Of pleasure fills in western lights
Of stars in twinkling, in eloquent nights
How grateful vim ought in sight
As nightingales glade in graceful flight

Over oaks and roses of velvet it shone
Palaces stood, pleasures of mine
In beauty it stroke of nightfall’s nine
It twirled in vivid of thistle’s line

Of western lights in celibate’s kiss
Of grace it is in Allemande’s bliss
On rubies, diamonds, sapphires it is
Polychrome fabrics, in memories I miss

Of victorias and surreys undiminished elegance
In bows I see a powerful instance
When times in glee of benevolent stance
Of scarlet curtain so blind they glance

How I dreamt in Western Light
Sparks and twinkles into darkness so bright