Sun's ablaze A summer's day Rare to this isle Of skies so often grey
To despairs doom And sorrows decay All noise lost among the child's play And bloom of flowers In garden and in vase
Heat to ignite the spirit In smile and joy aflame Beyond walls of duty Roaming in rockless mountains And rainless plains Hymn and hum of bird and bee The only strains
Warm touch, cool touch Sun and air The skin share Idle cat in a flower bed snared Nature sits in God's chair
But the day flees The fire dims and dies Bringing sweet yawns of labour And a desire to retire Sleeping to awake dream The minds empire
But dream can raise the soul no higher Than days when world and soul find harmony entire And all my dreams I would forsake To in any moment of those partake
Lucretius1984 Poetry (1)