by Alun Buffry
Transparent butterflies flit amongst the transient stars
as bouncing bubbles burst on broken moonbeams.
Rainbows run around the rippling rivers
fumbling over faithful fountains.
Sparkling shadows seep between the sunsets
whilst whistling weepers wave from windows.
Many millions mourners make a martyr,
standing somewhere silently beyond space.
Loosely rhyming lines of lullabies
gag the gorgeous gems of galaxies,
never noticing the numbered nomads,
driving dozens dromedaries down deserts,
purposely persuading passers by to pay,
countless crispy notes and coded coins -
before the beautiful beholder is belittled.
Frequently the foolish faulty fiddlers
only offer ornamental oodles,
very vaguely valued vibrants,
ever aiming for an endless evening,
questioning the qualities of quanta.
Yet the yellow yodellers yearn
as all the armadillos answer
zealous zebras zimmering in zoos.
It's intelligence involving inhibition,
exalting in exciting extras ever.
And all the world is in an atom - H.