Of Gold and Spring
a poem


If you stray, lost — nearby or far off Beckoned by castles in the air I’ll still be there Let them wash forth among the sacred iridescent shores Deep valleys or across the timeless moors I will be transported there Even when darkness forebodes this wretched soul Still sought to the ends of an uncivilized world Or among the fields of poppies; all unrealized dreams…now forgone Old roads weaved to tread High hills and plains accosted not as yet by unforgiving man Stomping grounds on ice and sand Beyond the rose, The thistle and thorn By the breaking morn And the fall of noon Below the blood red moon All for you I’ll be searching through And all the times now passed by Shuffled by the wind, my guide For you are just there Just by my side By the open fields Of gold and spring And everything Where life sets in The meadows last fall And if you’re not there now Does that mean you once did not visit And on that minute, I was not born anew Sharing those dreams, eschewed Trinkets, stolen tears now dust on that blessed trail ’Twas all for ever that weary search pursuant, only for you





