Glittering Black Lakes

Be a window this time

As you gaze into the rainbow prism diadem

The great still black glittering lakes

The wings upon which they run

And calling from the spires

Of some reality you can’t forget

That whisper and flashes

In colourful insouciance

In gentle mystique

As the leaves splash they the readers

Are unique enthroned in antiques

In pale pink velvet edged with lace

Against the azure archways

Thrilling and oblique.