The Arcadian - Alec D. Jackson

Shall I forever be
named Strephon?
He that other herdsmen
laugh upon,
They, who live their days in
raucous venture.

Will Arcadian fields
grant succour
to one whose heart is true,
full candor,
or is fidelity
vainly nurtured?

I fear so, I know so,
but still...
The universe becomes
a bauble
when her sapphire eyes turn
greeting, smiling.

Yet all time is the price
in waiting
I give willing, freely.
Yet fleeting,
goes such melancholy span,
spun to an instant.

Alec D. Jackson