Far From The Pandemonium Poem by welkin siskin

The uproar of the pathways,
In the venue she is passing through
From where she dwells,
Some syllables of passion
Converses with her: a trail of words
Conceal her with the canopy of good- luck,
These drizzle of languages
Go after her as though clouds
Chasing the cluster
Of other left over heaps;
These meter- less sentences
In the trickles of glee
Pass touching her, stroking her dainty figure;
In this enthralling, alluring venue,
These words reecho music as she breathes;
This poetry of mine, an indomitable strength
For fearless adventure she loves.