The tunnel

Mcc.1111by robert mccolley26 Apr 2014

I walked the thorny primrose path/
Through the meandering maze/
Here I come upon the stone/
Of a soft and laden feign/

The eyes of forlorn scrutiny/
Came along the wane/
And tears of tender gently cries/
Window through the pane/

Wings of tufted grizzly/
Pandered the air of eve/
Songs of wooden pantheons/
Waiting for to lead/

And so I sit in memory/
Of all these bending weaves/
Looking to a youthful jest/
Resting now to leave/

To look upon the shining grace/
Another time and place/
See me drifting to and fro/
Traversing without a trace.