Wonderland+Revisited

Ah, how doth ye glimmer, ye bold and impudent buttercup youths, who never seem to jettison your foibles, of the golden blossom, which traipses across the periwinkle stream, where I became a diminutive mayfly, and the petulant passenger never missed his chance to leave his covert scheme in the entrails of Glory's reign?

How can ye forget, ye caviling stump of a shopkeeper's folly, that 'tis your own strained susurrus, of a humble pride, that forbade me to enthrall that lurid sparkle, of abandoned fairy charm, as I fought to maintain my neophyte grip on the shores of frivolous Spite and Gaiety?

Why must ye leave my forsaken triumph, upon the tarnished trove of Whimsical Flotsam, and toss a reckless eye upon its burnished and haughty gleam, when 'tis I who was your commandeering lily, your elm of sophisticated truth, your queen of the most beatific beam that ever kidnapped your plaintive hues of red and white!

But lo! Who goes there upon that embankment of Childish Supremacy, where the dewdrops of morning-kissed pansies dapple with sirens' chortles, where shadows of Memory's progeny leap with the ethereal and gossamer wings that adorn every salubrious elf, and near the alabaster rabbit who, curiously enough, seems to tuck his cumbersome foibles into his coarse and disheveled coat pocket?

Gracious behold! Have I forged an acquaintanceship with this spark of ravenous splendor and affection, which slipped away from that crystalline citadel of rainsoaked majesty, with her blue June hoop skirt, and her lace-fringed petticoat? Could she have pranced through that mystical aperture in the wake of that celestial mirror, as I have proceeded to accomplish in the wake of my opaque and murky dreams?

Awake, dear child! Arise, and make haste! Let me see that blissful twilight in your serene and whitewashed eyes, and let me hear those nymphlike chimes in the evanescent ambience, which betrays, in the most gracious assembly, that incessant raillery of chivalrous doom and companionship, who seeks to caterwaul on the very whim of profound lucubration! Let me not slip on my meandering journey towards that halcyon springtime, that garden of verdant flirtations, and that seraphic aerie, of noble tranquilities, where that final oceanic festival collided over the acme of the bellwether's soothing panegyric towards my bedazzled specter.