Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Grand Poobah of Genies

The grand Poobah of Genies
came to visit you last night –
as blue as several shades of sky –
sweet scheme of azure light –

a dream you’d hoped to have
but didn’t dare to think you could –
but here he was to reassure
that dream was here for good:

two senses of “for good” of course:
the first that it would stay –
the second that it was a boon –
a virtue – to allay

the doubts you’d had about your life,
the fear your soul was lost
in random clouds of random strife:
for which you’d thought the cost

was far too great to calculate
or meet, but now you saw
your sadness lose its place to love,
and love become the law.


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