spring

Spring

when our hearts first spoke
The sleepy sun it awoke
which pulled back the grey curtains
causing tears from the mountains
which made the trees grow to the sky
this made the weeping willows cry
this made the rabbits bound
the birds sing beautiful sound
young deer come to play
That chase the grey days away
all this growth, love and life
when our hearts first spoke

Walking with windows

Her reflection, gazes at her,
in tribute to her admiration
she wants, but she cannot have
tempted, by that on display
longing to have, like the apple
her face floats, over glass ice
Ghosting from view to view
on a grey sunday afternoon
Walking with windows

Flower

I am the flower
Your smile is the wind
Your love is the earth
Your soul is the light
I am the flower - without
Earth, wind and light
I am nothing

My love, a request

I dream of you and me
under the cherry trees
in full spring glory
can you take me there?
And love me there?
to live in your eyes
and sleep in your heart
trees blossoming us
in their crowing glory
to be with you forever
like the oyster with the pearl

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If I were, born a bird
of my love, I would sing
of my hopes, I would dream
of life, i would give for you.
Of search for you, i would go
to fly over river and vale
to glide over mountain and rock
to hover over desert and sand
to sail against tempest and tide
to sing of my love to you