Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Aug 20, 2008 11:11:14 GMT -5
RELUCTANT
Do you hear the revelry, in the air all around you?
On this night,
Steamy, starry, summer...
Lay there in the darkness with opened shutters
And listen to the peals of laughter,
Lilting, ethereal, passing sounds...
Perfect evening, glittering abounds.
Do you love it in this place?
This time of perfect season?
But what is this beyond the opened glass?
A harvest moon, bright ochre arising,
Slashed over with a cloud,
Resembling a waterspout.
A sign of autumn's approach.
No, no, no, we are quite enjoying this respite!
It will end the reveling though,
And will bring calm peace...
The crisp air of serious intonation.
Back to attention...
Put on your boots now...
Dressed for the battle,
Your leave is over,
And you must complete your tour of duty.
For this season changes...
And beckons...
'Await your orders....'
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
Do you hear the revelry, in the air all around you?
On this night,
Steamy, starry, summer...
Lay there in the darkness with opened shutters
And listen to the peals of laughter,
Lilting, ethereal, passing sounds...
Perfect evening, glittering abounds.
Do you love it in this place?
This time of perfect season?
But what is this beyond the opened glass?
A harvest moon, bright ochre arising,
Slashed over with a cloud,
Resembling a waterspout.
A sign of autumn's approach.
No, no, no, we are quite enjoying this respite!
It will end the reveling though,
And will bring calm peace...
The crisp air of serious intonation.
Back to attention...
Put on your boots now...
Dressed for the battle,
Your leave is over,
And you must complete your tour of duty.
For this season changes...
And beckons...
'Await your orders....'
© IRIS WOYTOWICH