The season tries a different road.
Which way to wander?
Am I swayed unto the summer,
Coerced there by the fall?
Vanilla picket fence runs ’round where
daisy blooms paint verdant meadow
stirred them ‘neath a southern breeze blows fickle,
pokes and pelts a restless heart.
I pray of thee
invite me pause
there rest aside you
whilst I dwell in thine embrace,
try snare each moment ‘ere it flees
where hearts like rustling rivers whisper,
their gentle spring come-hithers beckon.
Let them not be lost unto the night
there where him of her his silence pleas,
“Give thine hand to soothe mine sorrow,
rub me clear of all regrets and faded recollects,
unlike youth long gone to live in yesterday?”
Tangled tether ties us to our hopes,
new season sows them, bloom today tomorrow’s seeds
in fertile bed where guiding light assures
No need no more to wander with our youth.
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