Sonntag, 29. April 2012

Montag, 2. April 2012

to be back...


But oh for the mild glow
Of mellow old brick walls
Peeping through all shades of green
Of scented hills and valleys,
Ringing with blackbird-song.

And for the bright specks of red by the roadside
Of poppies that swing in the breeze,
Ripe kisses awaiting the harvest.

And for the sky so blue and deep
And humming with the everlasting
Music of the universe.

But oh for the ringing and singing of church bells
Swinging in steeples and towers of stone,
Singing of faith and of angels,
Of bloodshed and war and of fear,
Filling the air and the hearts
With their song.

Oh to be back…