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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unanticipated Legion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once, on a hill where a rubber tree stood<br>A sea of clumped stars in the darkness brewed<br>Lanterns and chimes tinkered in the dark of clouds<br>And dumbfounded was the gloomy vow</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Astray, a vagrant meander into the slope<br>Past the reluctant brambles, rummaging for hope<br>And into the hill where enthralling mirth flow<br>And the ebullient air hummed saliently low</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He picked up his head, mused upon the castle<br>That rubber tree personified and he tousled<br>His hair, an ounce of ardor peeking through the coyness<br>His hands tracing the lines, ears listening through the dampness</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And from the damp a saccharine voice spoke: <br>"Such black eyes—a mirror with fluent strokes"<br>And the orbits probed for the prying soul<br>Winding his knee and rubbing his sole</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Reluctantly, he by retorted a trifle: <br>"Do you see this lion beneath your temple<br>If so, come down, past your vivid orbs and chimes<br>And give me reasons to own my time"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Dear Lion, I am a Duck, thus I cannot go<br>And leave my enchanted swamp tangled in the boughs"<br>And the reticent boy lingered with a grin<br>Prowling and roaring in his body so lean</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soon, before he can reckon the sunset afloat<br>He had rooted himself in the undergrowth<br>And made a home in a mirthful trance<br>Relearning the varying tempo to prance</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when the comport had blended in his blood<br>The Duck dawned in a plummeting strut<br>Soused her dowry in the coruscations<br>And revealed a Swan for her redemption</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hibiscus possessing her seams<br>Blooms with the orchard of dreams<br>Her melodious lilt of swansong not<br>Tethered the boy in a gnarled knot</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such lovely soul galloping mellifluously <br>Dragging the Lion out of his maladies<br>For a night or two, lighting her lanterns<br>And escaping from the haunting taverns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>