Ballroom Full Of Pantheons Poem by Kevin Patrick

Up above the midnight cradle
Hangs bell stockings made of silver
Rounding 'round the tidal sable
Like a mass, of fired orchids
Singing relative mobilities
Striding across the galaxies


Cygnus rises on the white stream
Passing past the idle Lyra
Twin Ursa's scatter neon beams
In shades of major & minor
Lanterns on the perihelion
Flash by lime coloured Nebula's

In this immortal court I stand
Below a deity of diamonds
Sitting on fresh dew drop lawns
Limitless in my confinement
As king and queens of starlight sail
Throughout the cosmos dark-end dale


And Here I find my mind at ease
Drifting on a merry go round
That sings a thousand Scarlett dreams
Beyond the shores of Terra bound
Waltzing on a meridian
ballroom full of Pantheons