Rhythm For Soul in My Spring

[kulturny]

THE RHYTHM

Sing , o holy spring sing!
your gait is honey dipped and wild,
with cherries and blossoms in your eyes,
my heart is dancing to your rhythm,
as to passions in rain, hearts abide.

let this frenzy feed at your lips,
raindrops to meet fore lorn fire,
and subdued desires touch the high,
to merge in ts heat and perspire.

sing , o holy spring sing,
so that dying hearts the joy echo,
so that flowers bloom all night and day,
and my soul breathes the perfumed noise,
for the times to come and go.