BLACKBIRD HAS SPOKEN LIKE THE FIRST BIRD

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

 

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM

MORNING HAS BROKEN – CAT STEVENS

 

Spring ballet gives way to Summer ball

senses filled; bees humming it all

only good can come of this

gently breezing; softest kiss

lightest step towards a new day

emotions high can fly away

butterflies and buttercups

daisies come and fill me up

with all the sweetest memories

laying beneath the swaying trees

canopies that fill my eyes

with shades of green and bluest skies

reflected like a tender rill

of freshest water; calm and still

my soul at one with all around me

smelling lilac; treading softly

out of nowhere springs a female blackbird

singing poetic; romantic love words

her lover answers her call; I listen

as warm lemon tones of sunlight glisten

freckling my skin; so pale from Winter

like Autumn leaves dotted with rust and splinters

I used to dislike them though they rarely stay

and blossom only on a hot Summer's day

in Winter they fade like the merest dream

leaving only a slight imprint; pale as cream

spilled and splattered; memories scattered

freckles remind me of all that matters

to lead a simple life it seems

that I should love everything and follow my dreams

to where my heart leads me

let no-one deceive me

for I can be happy with all that I am

I've made up my mind; I know that I can.

 

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