Cheers and Whistles
I awaken to a lark’s song
In early morning’s misty light
Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
Turned yellow gold
Surround her so pretty,
Her song to me. Yes, I know
the lark sings to me
Its cheery new day song,
As if there were no tomorrow –
It whistles in the evening
as if there were no
Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
By another, oh! What a lark!
What a pair they make!
I remember those same two larks
Not far in the past –
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
Day after day and through the summer; he
Could go nowhere without her.
He, was the one who sang to her
Each new morning, the one
Who courted her till each sundown,
Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
The one she could love forever, together
They had built the nest for their offspring
Now grown,
Now gone.
They’d been inseparable from day one,
Even bickering, just two souls
Disagreeing - still, he sang
To her in the morning, sang to her
Under the setting sun, and
In the autumn of their life
They sang together, cheery
As if there were no tomorrow
Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
This morning
I let out a sigh
Remembering so well
The dream I once held
So tight.
Will it come to pass?
The answer came
From the larks song each morning,
Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
Whistle in the evening,
As if there were no yesterday,
And I sing each day
With faith.
I whistle each evening
To not let the sun go down
On the morose, My love,
I will not let you down.
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
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