Morning Walk
The sun and I we rose from the bed of night
And walked abroad the damp grass and trees
Stretching with each step the line of delight
To edge the liquid tongue of murmuring seas.
A nightingale nuanced the day's orison to tell
My heart, the life in it reclaimed a songs worth
Scattering joy like wind rain of dew on the dell
Morning comes cackling the hens on damp earth
Away beyond the petal wight of skies, the first grief
Gliding on the stage my eyes applaud for desire
Ruby bosomed clouds arousing the russet leaf
Above me, heaven's passion set the world afire
The perfumes she wears, violets of mountains here
Palpable to my senses, it rains and rains desire
The sun and I are abroad walking the world's hair
Flung wet upon my skin, diluting his probing fire.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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