My Love’s Travail

My love’s travail

The falling Star chasing the demonic dragon,
Of the Fallon One into depths of ambiguity.
Can one go in just to re-emerge,
On the external inverted co-existence?

‘Tween roses and daffodils,
Can pansies survive?
Are nomenclatures misnomers
That ORChids may thrive?


To dream of the morning,
‘Tween midnight and dawn,
That faeries may glisten
And butterflies yawn.

My love is a sparkle
That gleams in the dew.
As fresh as a rainbow
And unicorn’s mew.

Douglas Noel