Poisonous Flowers

by

Richard James Van Der Draaij

Far beyond the flimsy veil of things in normal ways perceived,
Lies a land of awkward wonders that has many times deceived,
Lonely pilgrims who had reached so far that they could not turn 'round,
Where in stead for parts unknown they found themselves forever bound.

Poisonous flowers with a fragrance which is absolutely kind,
May be marvelled at within these regions of my wayward mind,
Where in streams these vivid dreams of days ago come rolling through,
All the force of still remorse and quaint restraint starts to pursue.

The ambitions gathered in a life of solitude divine,
And the wishes that I keep which I may honestly call mine,
Vanishing before me is my latest sense of certainty,
And wholeheartedly I do agree with my own destiny.

For at last the anchors cast are hoisted and we are away,
On towards a once promised and delivered splendid day,
In the river, in a shiver, is reflected my own face,
The last, the very last one of a legendary race.

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