THE COLOSSAL WOOD

The Colossal Wood

All phenomena was profoundly understood.
I reclined on a purple divan, overlooking the colossal wood.
In my elegant mansion, more grand
Than Hampton Court,
I looked out upon the dappled, green land,
Upon blandishments
More bejeweled than Baghdad.
I was doused in my mind
With the bright, Baroque canopies
Of an eternal kind,
And lingered in ecstasies
In bated languishments
As the terraces below my room
Caught the blue, Brahman sunlight,
Clad with every marvelous bloom.
I dove into the depths of the most majestic expositions
Of the finest paintings of Van Gogh.
And in those diamond galleries
I found there, high and low
The visual dyes of symphonies
Which carried on the breeze,
Cradling squalls of joyful snow.
And as the radiant chapels took on a mystic glow,
I was struck with visions of still more ecstasies
As my bride returned,
In a long, white dress,
Her exquisite, sable tress
Clad in a braided bow.