‘tis oft now I wonder, how it is with thee?

I trail unbroken promises as a shroud to swathe

All passions felt, beneath the dry,

Sunken depths of a desert like soul,

Left lamenting fairer climes.

Thou art the shivering spirit beneath the glowing sun,

As a hand and a token I reach for thee,

And seek anew the sweet Promised Land.

I know in my heart,

As much as I might reach, thou would’st walk in the shade,

Am I wrong to lament the passing of spring?

Wrong to wonder, why oh so short a life,

Doth my summer smile endure?

I recollect a time of ease, beyond the shadow dim,

I remember when last we danced beneath the stars,

Thy word a sweet caress.

The morn and the night meld into one,

As I find myself wondering, where art the sun?

Hast thou forsaken the noon and night,

Left me to dream, of a new dawn break?

Alas I would that thou, recall thyself, as I do now,

A shining, blazing banner broke,

Upon the hill of newfound hope.

A smiling sweetly, in the throes of blessed joy.

I remember thee in days gone by,

When all the world did fresh new days, and bright future belie.

And thus as it was spoken, as words fall to dust,

I am a powerless smith of hollow verse,

Willing that I might a smile evoke.

For I wish thee a happy day,

A dream to stoke, the fire of thine eyes.