Few and Far Between - I
June 24th 2008 09:13
Oh my life, See,
The unborn Sun’s kiss with the clouds,
The silently chirping noisy birds,
The grass beneath, adored by dewy beads,
The calmly prancing handsome steeds.
Oh my breath, See,
The newborn Sun cradled in the sky,
Its crimson hue spreading well nigh,
The bloom of flowers, enchantingly shy,
Their petals visited by the winged spy.
Oh my thought, See,
The sea lit up with an aura, looking serene,
The fisher, one second dive, the other preen,
The mighty waves under the foamy white caps’ reign,
Oh my heart, See,
The becoming fear in the eyes,
Of the young prancer, roan,
As it most bewitchedly eyes,
The ball in the sky that shone.
Oh my angel, See,
The Sun’s lesser cousin’s dwindling far away,
The pale smuggler still visible in the newborn day,
The light spreading towards the clouds to disband their grey,
The grasses and trees, for the wafting breeze, in sweet sway.
Oh my love, See,
My hair tousled, as is my mind,
Which waits no longer to leave behind,
This subtly beautiful scene and to find,
You as the cloud and I as the Sun, in the dawn of happiness, blind.
Inamorata,
These are but seen,
In times, few and far between,
Come, let us feign,
That what was has never been,
And live out our lives, in these times, few and far between.
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