ciryl for levi celerio
the language of the leaves
music upon your lips
that will silence the skylarks
and nightingales
i know you
only through your songs
you were Peter Pan-like
a leaf player/singer
and like a leaf
you grow old from goldeth green
into summer gold
the last note is heard
a leaf is plucked from a tree
muted like a broken flute
the singer is gone
but his music still remains
i have no voice to sing of you
but this i made in your honour
to pass into eclipse
sometimes from now
i will see you among the leaves
in some glade or garden
in the meantime
this is goodbye
i will not sorrow
without you here tomorrow
it is God's desire
for you to join His choir
Check out the inaugural issue of firstwriter.magazine! Now accepting submissions of poetry and fiction for its second issue over the Internet.
Scars Publications is also looking for submissions for their new book in 2002 - designed with a cover like a matchbook. This book is called "the elements." E-mail your submissions to scarspub@aol.com.
the language of the leaves
music upon your lips
that will silence the skylarks
and nightingales
i know you
only through your songs
you were Peter Pan-like
a leaf player/singer
and like a leaf
you grow old from goldeth green
into summer gold
the last note is heard
a leaf is plucked from a tree
muted like a broken flute
the singer is gone
but his music still remains
i have no voice to sing of you
but this i made in your honour
to pass into eclipse
sometimes from now
i will see you among the leaves
in some glade or garden
in the meantime
this is goodbye
i will not sorrow
without you here tomorrow
it is God's desire
for you to join His choir
Check out the inaugural issue of firstwriter.magazine! Now accepting submissions of poetry and fiction for its second issue over the Internet.
Scars Publications is also looking for submissions for their new book in 2002 - designed with a cover like a matchbook. This book is called "the elements." E-mail your submissions to scarspub@aol.com.
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