The Kingdom of Love

What is this enchanted place
Where mist and morning haze
Cloud the emerald trees
In waves of tropical breeze
And whispers of bygone days?

Faint music in the forest air
Blue-bells and balsam everywhere
Badgers and hedgehogs
Leaping over fallen logs
Where ghostly lights flicker and flair

Fire and flame from falling stars
Gathered in pools of glimmering jars
What molten dance is this
That fills the beasts with bliss
As they unfold their many avatars?

This is the enchanted realm
Of honeysuckle and winged elm
Where the snake and the owl
Are friends with the jungle fowl
And Love holds all in her thralldom.

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Beryl Zephyr

An occasional writer but a regular thinker, Beryl sometimes fiddles in speculative fiction. He sees both humour and tragedy in everyday events and is extremely concerned with the fate of other creatures trapped in the monstrous march of 21st-century human civilization.

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