Homage

I hear that winter now is gone And so too the tree where you sang So sweetly in another dawn Dry wists from dry branches hang Like broken cords of serfdom still Or chords that once etched a note Outside a pining lover's window sill Presence is everything to some But memory too makes good the best And constant keeps an old blossom For one eternity in the breast. There, there my nightingale yet sings And in my heart its soul still pours Though like love flapped flittering wings My heart still on the distant shores