Spring
Sweet now the songs of day shall come
Like honey melted to be free
Of birds delicious tongue
Sweet now the sunflower's golden eye
Eastward turns to see
What choirs from orion hum
This sweet blend of minstrelsy
It is spring time on the cracking ice
Spring where the mountains weep
For more time to hug the white kiss
Of sleep. Spring dances in the trees
And on the lap of erotic seas
O spring is come
Except where soldiers hearts are numbed
For comrades fallen there.
The unsung heroes cannot hear
The song of children play
Nor see where dawn with shaken hair
Dance from the pole away
Across the ecsatic bar
Of a raucus sea.
Spring walks voluptuos here
Flaunting her breast against a soldier's tear.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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