This is a little lyric I wrote when I was seventeen, one of a pair called ‘Night’ and ‘Day’. I wasn’t a believer then, but looking back on this old lyric, I guess my muse was peeking over that horizon. I post it now to celebrate the coming of the glad month of May.
With the passing night the day
Shines upon her sleeping head
And all the fragrant flowers of May
Breathe upon her marriage bed
Light of light like music ringing
Melts her winter into mirth.
Buried seeds are blossoms springing
Out of the expectant earth
And a single maiden singing
Celebrates the promised birth.
Soon the day of love is dawning
And the time will not be long
When the radiance of morning
Breaks the darkness with a song.
Through the passing night the day
Shines upon his sleeping head
Who will wipe our tears away
And comfort the awakened dead.