Random Thoughts Upon a Page

Random Thoughts Upon a Page

Tis me, said I to no one there
‘Cept shadows on the wall
Hark these cautious ears of mine
Partakes of creaks in yon hall
Gone now the griffin, the unicorn
And dragons steeped in lore
Yet still they live within my mind
Hidden ‘neath my study’s floor

Forsooth, say I to type writ page
Where words on paper tumbled
What matter beauteous words so eld
Lie buried on paper crumbled
For words like sheep do follow
The quill in ink cruel dipped
And bleat out their protest
As sheared by pens and clipped

Repent thy heathen words of late
No beauty entwined therein
Swell thy breast with intook breath
O’er a feast to eyes near sin
Partake of sweetest reminence
With wonder thy breathless need
As words grow upon thy page
As doth flowers sprout from seed