Mystic Glen

Such electric somber: a glass of gin; and sin the verse, a salient
Coup; and filter wind, a fiber rich: the scent of stars: the
Lent of love; and action torn, a diamond fern: a need to cry—
The wells of why; and such was heart, a touch of pash: a
Velvet tear: a startled smile; and puffy peach, the fleece of
Love: an orchid thought: a thistle grudge; and apricot, a mystic
Glen: a nectar sweet, a moment sin.

Such electric somber: a need to fly; and die the heart, a mother
Sighs; and fuchsia dreams, a ten to one: a glory glow: a sonnet
Sung; and walk the earth, the sun to see: a mischief heart: a
Frantic glee; and firebricks—afflict the soul, a firebrand—the
Likes of gold; indeed the hurt, a mystic glen: a myth of old, the
Tales of when; and tones of grey, a color harsh: a trek adrift—
A mountain marsh.