Oncidiums

An open spray of dancing-dolls cascading
Down my wall, flowers in chestnut and gold,
Was hardly enough to warm up the fading
Sun within me, the fire had lost its hold.
On seeing you, I felt a deep delight
Lift me out of the frozen charcoal mist
Which threatened to take me into a night
Of rocking, crying, clenching my cold fist.
Instead I get to see your dancing smile,
More lovely than the orchid on my wall,
A smile so cheering it broke down that vile
Wall I had built, a barrier to all.
You’ve broken down the wall, all that remains
Are golden blooms – you’ve banished all my pains.