MYSTIC SPRING

Written by: daver austin

MYSTIC SPRING

A Methusalean warp,
In-and-out of body time,
When renewal seems to split.

Soul conceives a mystic pair,
One, atop, with fresh tulips
One neath a burial wreath

This dichotomy cries out,
One from cackling, mortal fear
Unknown dimension other

But allow those sunbirds sing
Gather new thy hoary self
And accept this mystic spring