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.