Exuberance

Long before you turn westwards

To face the coming of storms.

 

Long before this time.

 

Lying there, huddled despair,

Curls of innocence,

You silken breath now on edge.

 

Long before you turn, lingering,

Holding the shadowy forgotten muses

The old exuberance of dreams

From a waking morning

When Spring and sun

Rang eternal promise,

And tingled joy.

 

Long before all this,

Let me hear your woes, regrets

And all the sinful exhortations.

 

Before you run pure

Into summer’s long eve.

 

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