~~~ 'Elan ~~~
~ 'Elan ~
" Who art this sylvan dryad which glideth upon a glistening rhythm of bright water that boasts a never-ending sky and vistas of terra-firma as her only chambers? From whence doth tableaux of mermaid eyne hail? Lo, living portals where thy universe dawns, like phantom piers which flirt betwixt dual worlds....worlds wherest satin umbrae dance with circlet smaragdine in sheened ripples of veritable unknowns? Art thine damsel's quartz veils of ' fleur-de-lys ' but the mezzanine balconies to thy consciousness that long to be understood?
Who shalt venture blithe utterance of her delicate raiment, like a recherche' butterfly wrapped in a will-o'- the wisp, careening along aromas of angelic thoughts? Is she an ageless pixie, plucked from a god's dream to breathe the rainbow so empyrean tears might rest at her feet? Couldst history's audience claim there wast ever a maiden that possesseth fuller receipt of seemliness in time's beateous gallery?
If words fall fallow, then demote thee to captain of untruth, for verily she is but a myth whose berth is the lagoon in which her countenance resideth; a lady of the lake; a fount of juvenescence cloaking swain's hearts well met, summoning amore' with her phantasy, where the riddle of the 'morrow is her only abode. "