Antithesis

 

I stood before the pomp and decadence

of pleasure domes bedecked with tapestries

and baths and spices, gems and ornaments

and silver goblets, bubbly nectaries

of Musigný with Cyrenáic maids

in throes of epicurean delight,

and reed and dulcimer and serenades

of sultry sweet seductions through the night.

 

I turned away and felt the tickly mist

and breathy fragrance of a summer's dawn,

as ricocheting gangs of glitter kissed

the flossy daisies on the dewy lawn

and lured a wayward soul from revelry

to haunts of idyll and serenity.