Vert-hued you are, I behold,
Sapphire tinged to bards,
Lacking in loneliness.
What are you?
Green, blue or neither.
Pure you are; maiden's tears
Speckled you are by
The naughty sun
You dance, you walk
We talk. Glow you
Sparkling, shimmering silk
Vainly I gaze at the horizon
Origins? Question thus put
Grimly, towering ancestors frown
At me. You belong
To them, the hands that
Caress you, pat you as
You run your solitary race.
Restored unto me the deserter
That on a meandering course
You stole from a brother
In art. Gratitude flows
In torrents. Mirror we
Each other, crystal clear!
No comments:
Post a Comment