Infancy I Knew Thee Well

Strum the sound of the old sad song
While alligators dance along
Listening to hear the ring of certain rhymes
Alas the two steps to fall behind

Prism brim the light of the sun
Collapse among the dormant one
Eagerly in present state
Malice hides and hesitates

Immortal be thy vixen hue
Among the shadowed turquoise blue

Rendering imagination, presently in isolation
Artist-like in prisms plans, a passage marked upon my hands
Strum the sound of sultan’s song
Remanent I cast along

Crimson be thy place in time
Passage marked upon our line
Effortlessly betwixt by faith
Babble in thy very state

Cast the cockles from my spell
Infancy I knew thee well
Murmurs of thee oceans swell