Happily Ever After
The promise is that order and sweet pinks
Will be provided to be breathed, a rich
Tranquillity as faultless as a sphinx
Unharmed by time. Sonatas at a pitch
To woo the heart will be reflected, glass
To glass, as in a Hall of Mirrors made
Of saffron sounds. They’ll echo like bright brass
When struck by love and there will be meek shade
And pastel smells of mild vanilla light.
There honesty will be poetic cream
And feel like velvet made of gold to right
The wrongs of jagged cunningness’s scheme.
The bride, the groom, and brothers will be carved
In living ivory. Our doubts will be starved.
