Ian Konopatzke

Dreams

A dream, a dream, bound by lucidity!

Environs bedighted with beauteous things

Th’ verdant leaves, founts, and springs

Th’ robins embosomed by ebon trees

And sing, they sing!  Mid this august dream

So hearken I th’ avarian euphony

And th’ melody of th’ azure seas

Th’ seas, th’ seas that lie abreast th’ sylvan dwelling

As the aureus eye above clothes th’ nature ‘neath

Yon roses vermillion, and meadows green

The golden skies, and the hawthorns’ blossoming

Th’ novel life that sprouts of minute seed, th’ boughs whither pend th’ gossamer berries 

All by dint of Apollo’s waxing

And though morn’s hour betokens departure of sleep

Will I enjoy what remains of oneiric state, ere farewell ‘t bids me

O rejoice, rejoice!  Doth abound such felicity mid this ethereal dream