“ I Want To Tell ” ~ of things that sing ~

I want to tell

Of time that brings,

An early spring

Restoring life

To summer brooks,

Of twisting ripples

Through shady nooks…

 

I want to tell

Of stars that twinkle

In your eyes

As you allow a smile

Replace a shy disguise,

More than a while…

 

I want to tell

About the wind

That plays in trees,

To kiss the leaves,

That flutter slightly

In its gentle breeze…

 

I want to tell

Of things on wings,

Said butterflies

Will decorate the skies,

Be nature’s doing

Hence until they die…

 

I want to tell

Of bumblebees,

Bumbling leisurely

As summer plies,

Its mellow zephyr

In nature’s dance,

Till autumn requires …

 

I want to tell

Of things that sing,

The while you live

With love to give,

May spare a mind

Of man’s made hell,

A world we can but find!

 

“ To Face The Sun ” ~ a price to pay ~

Your face

If still be fit

As such to claim,

Burns now

As though aflame,

In crimson colors,

To the observer

Who thinks of woe,

He can but utter wow!

 

Take heart ye friend

Who suffered same,

With well done skin

And face ablaze,

Until in vain,

Metempsychosis

Turns haze to pain,

And the experience

Leaves but a blur,

Sanctioning fools

To face the sun,

And pay the price

To calcinate again!