Fancy

Fancy
O my fancy flight
O my lovelorn liquidated light
O what is death
O what is life
O my fancy flight
In a seed of rice the secret of life lie
And in the deep dark dungeon of darkness the death angel dyes death’s
dye
O my fancy flight
How am I to define life
And how am I to paint the color of sky
I’m ignorant
I’m unknown
I’m limited to my senses and sight
The fragile surface of the wintry lake start to melt slowly in the
sunlight
The slumberous eyes do not shut in fear of the frightful fright
The sirens upon the seas of stormy delight sit atop the wavy brides to
witness the drowning death of the sailors of sorrowful plight
Their souls escape, their sinning flesh drown below the waves serpentine
O my fancy flight
O what indescribable fear is this that I feel tonight
Whose senses are these that I sense surrounding my insignificant sty
Whose invisible presence do I presently unentwine
And o who waits for me by the tide of the Nile
The silent sagacious Sphinx silently speak to the sparkling stars of
the dry desert night
Many a prophets she saw walking, wandering around her serene still
petrified eyes
Many a more civilizations she witnessed to fall and rise by the slow
descend of the hour-glass-time
O beautiful butterfly
Sunflowers firing up the sky
The fireflies are glowing inside the feathery fabric of the sleepy
forest surreal and sublime
The canopy of green and more green carefully filter the intensity of
the scorching sunlight
The nightingale in gale is singing the songs that the Gate-keeper of
love and life wrote in the ink of lover’s tearful eyes
The love-bulbul besiege the bride by the lunar virginal moonbeam bright
The leaflet that the lily shed in twilight is getting carried away by
the ripple of the night
The rain of monsoon come too soon to inundate the low-lying valley,
plain, and rise
The distant light-house with fog on her lips and mouth trying in vain
to guide the ship that lost her way upon the pathways of the typhoon-
trembling waterways dumbfounded and confound
The life concentric and cyclic concentrate to confuse and conflict the
easy ways to achieve our goals and guilt, and stardom’s star-light
O my fancy
O my fancy queen
Take my sword
Will my will
I cannot hold still
Please let me rest in thy holy inn
And canonize, baptize me with thy hallowed fluid
O my fancy femme fatale
Fill me up
Fill me up with thy love immortal fancy fluid!