Through the Alphabet—The Letter “I”

and ivory and ebony, tough stone and tougher wood,  
ignite deep passions, sometimes rough and sometimes lotion smooth.  
for iris is a rainbow flow’r, isis its grecian god,  
whose intersection parts the worlds of home from worlds abroad.  
red indian dreams preserved by pact might yet rejuvenate  
ideal affections of the past that still illuminate  
my extant dreams and solve impenetrable future hopes.  
from ivory and ebony, harmonious strains elope,  
itinerant with passionsongs and migrant symphonies,  
that bond all worlds with sweet refrains, eden to Italy.  

© Copyright 2019 April 04  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫