within the city walls there dwells

a bustling swirl of dreams.

the searchlights creeping monsters

aglow in cold and bluest flames.

a passage to the hinterlands

a doorway it would seem

entwined in arms of rainbow 

a caesura full of cream.

tomorrow’s dead have come

to wed the center of all things.

a current adulation to the

source of humankind

to tie our thoughts to cherry blossoms 

that live along the Rheine.

a tutors mistress upon the green

to show the stars agree.

a mighty mist upon the earth

surrounding you and me.

 

and so the bluest blue shines bright

to lead us from the fray

into the melting pot of planets

draped across the sky

where distant lands are built of thoughts

that will never die.

a boundless road on golden threads

to grasp in eager hands

the truth forgotten that we seek

healing backwards into time.

ere modern man will neutron bomb

with simple beams of light.

0ur souls enfold in future lands

to protect us from his plight.

of spoken word, of kindest deed

a century’s pure delight.

the blackest courts and whitest nights

that enslaved our nations bow

will tumble from the greatest heights

to dream of broken vows.