THE BASTION BY THE SEA
The yard below the bastion holds many blooms;
Swirling, russet leaves around a freshet are blown,
Heavy with a mordant scent, they toss and dance alone,
As sculptures flake beneath palatial rooms.
Beyond the large square, there are woods of rhyme
Where the cloistered pass, musing on books,
Admiring the aesthetic boulders and brooks,
Wandering as gypsies without a dime.
Nearby, the sea, in soft sonority,
Mingles with the twilit, oceanic sky
Of a thousand stars, rising as they sigh,
Ascending with the violet canopy.
And as the sun disperses, all colors correspond,
As grottoes of green grace the boundless beyond.
The yard below the bastion holds many blooms;
Swirling, russet leaves around a freshet are blown,
Heavy with a mordant scent, they toss and dance alone,
As sculptures flake beneath palatial rooms.
Beyond the large square, there are woods of rhyme
Where the cloistered pass, musing on books,
Admiring the aesthetic boulders and brooks,
Wandering as gypsies without a dime.
Nearby, the sea, in soft sonority,
Mingles with the twilit, oceanic sky
Of a thousand stars, rising as they sigh,
Ascending with the violet canopy.
And as the sun disperses, all colors correspond,
As grottoes of green grace the boundless beyond.


