Golden crystals, bejeweled Sun-shards,
Dancing in the eye; Summer’s Sabbath
Stealthily approached, graying sky and
seas. What fragmentary joys remain in
Season of woe; the honey-dipped, sugar
Coated memories? Oh, to recall, summon
The lovely night hymns, abiding twixt
Rivers and mossy rocks, trees and cottage
Rooftops. Those where the nights, when
The land was pure, dewed in moonlight,
The crystalline essence of angels’ tears.
Oh, and how sweetly the shadows played
Hide and seek midst the forest’s high crowns,
In full bloom, stretching from tree to tree,
From man to man! Uprooted were old fears,
And dried the lamenting tears; the wind of
Freedom rocked the infant life in its gilded
Cradle of stardust, and death came not as a
Deplored intruder at the table of time, but
Was a friend, a welcome sight. Oh, how
Changed now we seem, like the Sun’s light
In Autumn, colder and foreboding; has man
Relinquished life of its wonder, and nature
Of its pride? Where, oh where is the mystical,
The extraordinary nature, imbued spiritually,
Wholly alive? Is the dirt really dead, and worm
A creature so lowly? Oh, and what’s left of
Love, of passion which once filled the warm
Summer air? Now piercing coldness raptures
The bonds of friendship between man and
Nature; former lovers now wield poisoned
Daggers...