Night Springs




when Spring returns to the globe

wearing an emerald robe,

when the sky breaks over your head

bleeding tears of bright royal blue,

when all awakes thought to be dead

mending fears, then shall I find you,

though nothing appears as it might

though the world be a peril cloaked in disguise,

we fly in a moment of light

just to seek the kingdoms asleep in our eyes,

all the things we collect as we live

are but trifles effects and it's gone,

we have only the night to forgive

we are only a ghost cladding bone,

an ancient voice is singing a song

everyone is going along,

although no one knows where

something hidden waits there,

when Spring returns to the globe

wearing an emerald robe~



Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 18:43

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Bob
I liked this, but have a few suggestions that I incorporate in this copy of your text:

when Spring returns to the globe,
wearing an emerald robe,
when the sky breaks over your head,
bleeding tears of bright royal blue,
when all awakes the thought to be dead,
mending fears, then I shall find you,
though nothing appears as it might,
though the world be a peril cloaked in disguise.

We fly in a moment of light
just to seek the kingdoms asleep in our eyes,
all the things we collect as we live
are but trifles effects and soon gone,
we have only the night to forgive,
we are only a ghost's cladding bone,
an ancient voice singing a song,
everyone is going along,
although no one knows where,
something hidden waits there,
when Spring returns to the globe,
wearing an emerald robe~
2007-02-22


Bob
I liked this, but have a few suggestions that I incorporate in this copy of your text:

when Spring returns to the globe,
wearing an emerald robe,
when the sky breaks over your head,
bleeding tears of bright royal blue,
when all awakes the thought to be dead,
mending fears, then I shall find you,
though nothing appears as it might,
though the world be a peril cloaked in disguise.

We fly in a moment of light
just to seek the kingdoms asleep in our eyes,
all the things we collect as we live
are but trifles effects and soon gone,
we have only the night to forgive,
we are only a ghost's cladding bone,
an ancient voice singing a song,
everyone is going along,
although no one knows where,
something hidden waits there,
when Spring returns to the globe,
wearing an emerald robe~
2007-02-22