Swallow of the Spring
If I were an animal, I would be a swallow,
To swallow the wind everyday as I may
In the sunny day of eight.
I would be the single bird that comes
One with the season of green leaves
I would bathed in pure light of May
And drink the only water from the eaves,
And watch the clouds of color gray.
If I were a swallow I wouldn’t stop,
I would just step forward in time,
And figure out what’s mine,
What’s round and sounds like a rhyme.
If I were this bird, all the bad would end
And I would never have to pretend,
That I do not recognize the bliss.
If I were an animal, I would still be a swallow,
To swallow all night long the cold,
And to dream soundness as the grass.