Nymphets cry in white noise haze
burning eyes, golden glaze
By the lagoon of secrets, they still stay
in the halcyon labyrinth, we wander way
throughout thick and thin, no light of day
but darkness does not faze
for ethereal cascades, spirits do raise
Gossamer so fine, spun a web
of stories and tales, rumours and riddles
nymphets listened, smiling in slumbers slick
by fire-light flame, wind blew shame
Cobalt dragonfly in the night life
forgot its gambling strife
when with the nymphets, he spends time
breaking through the gossamer fine
dancing above the lagoon lime
with wounded words, he does trifle
in their hearts, he always trails a knife
(11th June 2013)
