Sundazed & snowblind,
in that eerie twilight hour,
I witnessed teeming visions
pouring from pure blue, inner skies.
The great lake of life was crystal clear.
The forests were verdant
and the wise oak trees were broad and tall.
Ribbed and veined,
their leaves were gold tinted.
And through it all,
the elfin rhymes were elegant:
music to my mortal ears.
Those enchanted things
would later inform my etchings.
Yet, I\'m now filled with sadness
As I can no longer grasp, such ideals.