D.K. SHEPARD

I awoke just before seven o'clock

After the most strange and fanciful dream

To a dreadful tangle of an elflock

Wordsmithing, writing's origin

Tongs hoisting rigid iron rods

Down into storming hot iris

Though midnight is near, walk with me awhile.

I will, my king, under the moon’s wide smile.

Cloudless sunny day and I’ve got the blues

Every shade between baby and sapphire

Adventures of art rarely go as planned

When you tumble down the white rabbit's hole

Welcome, dearest writer, to Wonderland

On the back of the beast the young boy climbs

to terrifying heights, then plunges down

Meet me in Hawai’i the first of May

On a sandy shore of a turquoise sea

Greet me with “aloha” and wear a lei