Wednesday, 5 November 2014

25.SUNSET


May I sit in this pleasant shade,
In the  bed, the withered leaves made,
In the scattered flowers pretty clad,
Once again to make me glad.

Watching  the tiny sparrows’ flirt
From flower to flower while they flit,
May dreams blossom here again,
Dissolving lassitude, remorse pain.

While the branches swaying with shrill
Pitch of gentle wind hill to hill,
Let the breath join the breath cool,
As the mist over a silent pool.

May I rest in the shadow awhile,
To melt the tears in the smile,
May a light breeze touch the face still,
Making the cheeks redden with thrill.

While the larks float over the dale,
Waits alone a serene nightingale,
Forgets to sing? Forgets to sing??
Whispers moonlight hugging its wing.

While the buds blossom in shadows lurk,
Waits alone a red madder in murk,
Forgets to bloom? Forgets to bloom??
Hum tiny bees encircling in gloom.

While celestial lights brightly blush,
Waits alone a stream to gush,
Forgets to flow? Forgets to flow??
Warble the pebbles together to go.

While it snows, it snows and snows,
Waits alone a branch among rows,
Forgets to chill? Forgets to chill??
Rustle tender leaves unfolding to fill.

While it rains, it rains and rains,
Waits alone a cloud again, again
Forgets to drizzle? Forgets to drizzle??
Blows bugle a hornbill with bristle.

May I sit in this pleasant shade,
In the  bed, withered leaves made,
In the scattered flowers pretty clad,
Once again to make me glad!










1 comment:

  1. The music of the poem beautifully accompanies the the effects of the healing, re-enlivening forces the poet experiences at this treasured place.

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