Dear spitfire sparrow whose heart hammers fast, Whose wings churn emptiness towards the light, Who fills with silver song the vacant vast, Herald an enduing love each dawn from night! 5 Cry down from harsher skies some mercy's dram To green an ocean tarred in indifferent darks That has no bright hint of what one love's love can, That's never seen a sun lunging from a spark! Sweet white ribbon swinging between the trees 10 As happiness blurrs you and my tears blind, Take up love's song and Beatrice reprise Whose breast sparked paradise in damned Dante's mind. Sing until what singing saves is sane And all my dark wet dread but unlighted gain.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.