They are sleeping no more
They are sleeping no more:
The somber hills ‘neathe the solemn skies
Have been awakened by flowers and shrubs,
And the rivers do not merely tiptoe
But glide on river rocks.
The lopsided moon with its
elegiac tune enhanced its repertoire;
“I love you and need you!” mouths the
fool, and then some more because of love.
February 10, 2010