Sunday, February 22, 2009
Oh! To be a Lark!
Oh light sepia winged love
What will you sing to me?
Hymns from heavens above,
Or an earthly threnody?
Oh how you whip the incensed air -
Strokes of brown rhyme against the blue
Sweet calls to your love flying fair
She'll shrug and yield when you'll pursue.
Engirdle with songs that hoist in merry
A passion that floats to the skies.
So isn't it true, aerial emissary
You cry what in my heart does rise?
Oh to be you while you are me
Oh to fly singing my heart's truth
Oh to be what you so easily be
Oh for love's breath as chants to sooth.
Lend me your wings but for a day
I have many a tune to hum.
I bared the earth for a chalet
Where love still bloods red a bosom.
I have found none and thus I stop
In vacant quest for the murdered One
Unsurprised eyes gaze as you hop
O'er sunbeams that light where sin has won.
For you and I do surely know
That which flies free is love definite
And that which slyly walks below,
Tis the black of hearts burnt inordinate.