Posted: Sep 5, 08 10:18pm
A Walk Perhaps In The Warmth of Spring
Gina Lunyou began 5/03 completed 5/04
A walk perhaps in the warmth of Spring
To warm the seed within
Frozen by Winter’s cold?
Shield the sun from my face
Don’t allow its rays to penetrate
For what is past is lost in bitter cold
‘Twas buried beneath the ice and snow
Cold blanket of peace return oh cover
Let not the sun the seed discover
‘Tis dead, dead and beauty best remembered
Than to live and bloom and die again.
But what of the dew
On sun-kissed petals
And gentle breeze intermingling fragrance?
Be silent! Hush! Don’t speak!
Pain, oh pain floods my heart with grief.
For once fell sweet words from our lips like showers
And from a seed bloomed exuberant flowers
Then one day spewed a chilling frost
Buds were trampled and beauty lost.
Now ‘tis gone, ‘tis lost but not forgotten.
Never to live and bloom and die again.
All hope is not lost
Release the seed that in thy bosom keep
And let it bloom again.
Slowly caused I the beauty to wilt
Now haunted by memories, shame and guilt
Dare I disregard last seeds fate
Throw caution to the wind and wait?
With gentle water, tender love and care
Watch I blossom rise and fall, do I dare?
I think not, for it seems most inhumane
To live and bloom to die again.
Beautiful blossoms in the sun
Gentle breeze on warm summer day
Life is worth living.
For some to live is worth the dying
For others life is much too trying.
Life, oh life such a delicate thing
One breath, one beat, it hangs by a string
And I an ox in a glass house
One false move and life’s flame I douse
Crushing the bloom neath my great oxen feet
Never to live and bloom to die again.
Long ago, was it not once said,
’Tis better to love and lose
Than not to love at all?
‘Twas all I hoped and dreamed and more
‘Twas loved like none ever before,
Nor shall I love another one since.
Dare I dream again, my heart does wince.
I watched it crumble before my eyes
Until desolate I saw it lie.
Desperate, I hoped and prayed ‘twould be restored.
Yet, ‘twas never to live and bloom again.
Oh, inconsolable friend, your heart will mend
And blossoms will bloom once more,
Given time.
Petals on the ground in disarray
Color fades to brown when comes decay
Only remains memories black and white
Bloom at its sweetest, love at its height.
Passion is hidden deep in my breast.
Unrequited love is truly best.
Thus lies seed in a grave of silence.
N’er to live and bloom and die again.
