Come out of the dark woods where the shade hits the floor in a purple bruise
On this side, sun illumines the whitest of flowers, the transparent peonies
The orchids in the orangery, the brilliant star of our imaginary lives
Now pours down the waterfalls, the deep river is engorged
With juicy love of lychees and grapes…
The poets speak in their own tongues
That of transition and unknowing.
Sing songs that I never heard before –
Let us drink and never look back!
Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights reserved