The Nimbus Bicycle

Up up into the blue sky
Not truculent not sly
Where there be a swirl of mirth
In the silver compass instead of North;
Let us to the whirlpool sway
Instead of in morbid days stay
Into virulent violet and pearl white
A venture made in stars bright
Beyond the sorrow of hewn trees
And the voices of barren fields
Waltzing in the basket in front
Like caricatures that an artist lent
To us beneath a yellow roof
Far inside where our spirits shook
In glory of life and of art
Hidden from a lecherous heart
So we may not betray our joy
Fall prey to man’s hateful ploy;
Shall we then into surreal delve?
And ride up to my music shelf?
Where be none reason to fret in woe
Coz there be standing the golden doe
Reciting a sonnet garbed in blue
Reciting a ballad of a young man too
And then we forget all our worlds
As we become one with Moon’s swirls
Pedalling into our merry cake lands
Riding the nimbus bicycle holding hands.