Come, and sit with me in the shade of those ancient oaks,
Upon the cool stone.
Calm your heart and ease your soul as we listen.
Hush, and hear the silence right before it is broken
By that harmony.
Can you hear the bird hymn in the leaves, glistening?
“It’s great.” With two words
My drops of blood, sweat, and tears
She damned with faint praise.
As night falls in the setting day,
And waltzes over the Milky Way
Until the day breaks.
The stars hand in hand as she takes my heart
To the heavenly dance.
My heart hand in hand with the stars to take part
In that celestial romance.
“Hell hath no fury” like a lover spurned,
Yet the lover more oft toward grief is turned.
The Mourning Star, Adonis’ Bride does weep.
Goddess of Love, her own lover can’t keep!
Rare in this world?
Love. But if more common,
Would we look upon love as less
Wondrous it must be to live in the pink,
To live in fullest vigor, fullest health.
Then there’d be no fetters from joy to wealth,
And between love and riches be no link.
Divine it must be to live in the pink,
For coral colored lips and cheek to glow.
If the fountain of youth ever did flow,
My cheek would be pink as that nectar drink.
Blissful it must be to live in the pink,
By the creed of joy, the creed of love true.
An instant of pink without trace of blue,
Not a fraction I would waste of that blink.
O slow summer days
The sun’s rays
Shine and shine longer and longer.
O slow summer sun
Warms the summer body but
Cools the summer heart.
The heart beats slower in
The warm summer air.
The heart goes colder when
The summer rays glare.
The fire inside dies in
The slow summer heat.
The fire will revive when
The first frost I greet.
O long summer days
The passions, like the nights, wane
In long summer days.