Through a Fluid Looking Glass

Upon the shores of Kazaktell
Below the currents ebb and swell
Are tunnels carved into the tide,
If one might trouble to confide.

There beneath the halcyon waves
A city thrives in flood walled caves
And columns cast from liquid dies
Support the effervescent skies.

The reflection of moon and sun
Caress the day with affection
And light the walks and balconies
With bright and stunning guarantees

Of pledges shaped and finely honed,
Of joy and hope stately enthroned,
Of passion strewn with careless glee
And banquets of fidelity.

And when no light from liquid sky
Percolates through to mystify
Phosphorus lamps illuminate
So no darkness can permeate.

It's true there lovers walk in ease
Free from doubts and uncertainties,
Free from Worry's ill-favoured blight,
Secure in wonder and delight.

Secure in grace and tenderness
That no anguish can dispossess
Nor grief nor umbrage strip away
Nor devastate that perfect day.

And in the parks of evergreens,
Arranged like crystal figurines,
Promises forged of frozen dew
Redeem the suitor's vows anew.

So that the future's brightly built,
Free from sorrow and free from guilt
Filled with longing that will aspire
To bloom into buoyant desire.

All this within that tranquil loch
That fate dare neither scorn nor mock;
There is no bittersweet farewell
Upon the shores of Kazaktell.