Yellow, the horn paints 

Dandelion Alps and rays

Of the sun, enough quaint,

To enflame what river banks stay:

 

Water, or fire in motion,

Where hellish, our sorrow, dies by Art

With this, man’s ardent notion,

Of life, anew in his heart!

 

O gallows of history, shackles of time!

Where remain thee, when withers

The hard, long path of thine?

When crashing, the sea breaks thither

What ships foolhardily sail,

But in man, our feral victory prevails

When for all time, the Enemy fails:

 

To kill the spirit we dreamers bare,

As thundering, our boats, awash impair:

Even tumultuous seas, remaining scared,

For this Song of man, too bright for day,

Loud within, and crash ashore in fray

We, through whom even Pain fears dismay,

Fight fiercely and lavishly, for our hearts today!

 

For yellow, the horn paints

Dandelion Alps and rays,

And in terror, even love faints,

Before these heroes of Time and Space:

 

These men with burning hearts,

And Poetry, rough, and clear

Whose weapons, not devils impart

But angels, for whom likewise cowers fear

 

Yes fear, nay, we can’t 

For light and that alone, they sing:

These angels of our better nature shan’t 

Cause, but Romance to ring!

 

For aflame, hearts broken were made

Not to sulk, or make sullen,

But to rise, in Love’s river wade,

So captives go free, and to roses do culling!

That red may bloom, and child be made

As night and day kiss, sweet and loving!

Two into one, eyes lock until late,

Now one out of two, found we, on this date!

 

Since yellow, the horn paints

Dandelion Alps and rays,

Where the soul breaks free,

Come born from Three:

 

If you and I would try to be,

Anything like what Heaven can see, 

Than longer shan’t the flesh so bleed

Until history weeps before artists, indeed

 

Yes, yellow the horn paints 

Dandelion Alps and rays,

Of the sun, enough quaint

To burn our hearts and their ways

For short, the time, brother we have

And curt, the hour, sister look fast!

 

For long and old, we will soon see,

How short and cold, 

life lives, unfree.

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R.V. Smith: “Dandelion” 12-16-24

 

© 2024 by Ryan Vincent Smith