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.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2026 01:16
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Good write D.
Thanks...much appreciated as always!
Here the beauty of reality combines with the fantasy of elves and yet seasons still come and go and the process of aging occurs. Loss with age casts a sad shadow one of melancholy and nostalgia. Well written Dominic
Thanks Soren....I remember the featured song and its ' nonsense' lyrics from my university days. Consequently, I decided to create a poem about it. The music is quite poignant so I added some lines at the end. I must have edited this poem about 20 times early this morning...hopefully, I've finally got it right.
You are most welcome Dominic and it seems that you have captured the feeling
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