D r e a m s of S p r i n g
O’ these unpermitted prayers
These poems of music welled inside
The tears of the heart of the brain
I wonton murmur dreamy my soul to fain
With averted eyes and heart-open wide
Not to humanity, but to the universe
I nurse my speech with the infinite
As a mystic cornered in a brutal world
That cannot feel the lapped tender light
May-time is here, grazing dreams
Of May-bushes that turn white to pink
I can scarcely speak of lyrics
Beauty is in the perfect sunlight
And happiness in the tips of the forests
The ocean that drives a sleeping wind
Across the fragrances of this natural world
O’ these unpermitted silent revolutions
What have we done to this world?
Where is the soft moss, the birds
The odours I used to know?
Drowsy with change I will have to wait
With heavy eyes and softer cheek
How to compose the perfect music
For such poor voices and poppied ears
Draw close the curtains to this place
I have branched evergreen in my veins
And sweetest tastes of the divine fountain deep
In my hopes for buds unseen
Wishes fading like the embroidery of rainforests.
Lovely poem. Pretty girl!
Hey Rajiv! Thanks for passing by 🙂