Fair days and months the buds of June
at once, the eyes have come to bloom
the breeze that rustles in the leaves
is where true beauty lies
to spend my time with other trees
to be with you, the envied prize.
How peaceful when the moons caress
sweeps o'er my lonely bark
for in the mellow gloom, care less
and the world becomes but half as stark.
The song of love blew through the leaves
caress me more, fair melody
remind me that I am not a tree
for in being rooted am twice as free.
But with this wind shall find
and send my leaves out o'er the plane
for I have loved the Western Wind,
and she can nor her love, remain.
For she is but found in air
and most powerful is she
for she can be a blossoms fare
or caress the branches of a tree.
Adorn the sky sweet western wind
as thy fingers in my leaves
for I could spend no better time
than a lifetime spent in love with thee.
~Written on December 17, 2005~
 Sidnay · Tue Feb 14, 2006 @ 05:56am · 1 Comments |
