The Colossal Wood Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Colossal Wood

All phenomena was completely understood.
I recline on a purple divan, overlooking the colossal wood,
In my elegant mansion, more grand
Than the Crystal Palace and Hampton Court;
I look out upon the dappled, green land,
Upon blandishments more bejeweled than Baghdad or Rome;
I was doused in my mind
With the bright, Baroque canopies
Of an eternal kind,
Beneath a cathedral's magnificent dome,
And I lingered in ecstasies,
In bated languishments,
As the terraces below my room
Caught the blue, Gregorian 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 visuals dyes of symphonies,
Which carried on the Hellenic breeze,
Cradling squalls of joyful, white snow.
And as the radiant chapels took on a mystical glow,
I was struck with visions of still more ecstasies,
As my bride retuned,
In a long, white dress,
Her exquisite, sable tress,
Clad in a pearly, braided bow.

John Lars Zwerenz