Water Dreams

poem

img via Tenor

Water dreams
From moonlight beams
Green lakes at morn
A day is born
Will-o’-the-wisp
O tragic storm
Give unto me
Give unto dawn
The fallen shower
Sustains the flower
Of myrtle glee
In majesty
Yet unto thee
Such a travesty
Where are the fields
Of farms once tilled
Of golden hay
O tragedy
Unbroken rows
And broken schemes
Of green shoots strewn
For milk and cream
Unbroken skies
The quite bird cries
And bees befall
Immortal calls…

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