~~~ Hwyl ~~~
~ Hwyl ~
Conferred via golden, sunblest phial,
She wears His rainbow for her smile;
Lipped gules read true 'till eight greets four,
Thence part red seas' swung promised doors.
Planed sundial nose slopes bobbin 'bove,
Quiet umbrae chime their time for love;
Silk equus locks, fine prairie besom,
Might sweep one's soul 'cross seventh heav'n.
Smooth fragranced trim greets waving fichu,
Harebells, blue-throats weaved insitu;
Gulch coule'e swathed via pendulous ticks,
Her heart, Thine art, thou'st always picks.
One glance couldst turn mauve leaves to green,
Invigorating our lost dream,
Which found its reive 'mongst sin of Kings,
Clipped remex might, from gloried wings.
Castellan o'er secrets' hidden tower,
Blue riband, adorns our private bower.
Still silence brands with base finality,
Unnerves vitality's sweet reality.
Thy mort shan't fall as winter's rose,
Nor fade, like spring-time's vernal pose;
That leans t'ward her Eden thoughts,
Begat in yore from streams of quartz.