SCARLET BREEZES

 

Scarlet breezes swirl through the square,

Beckoning us to come

In bright, elysian fare.

A cello and a drum,

Clarinets and trumpets

Arise and stir and glitter in the fountain,

Around your sable ringlets

In the cloister on the mountain.

 

There are diamond drops of rain

In your long and raven, perfumed mane.

Let us wander to the amorous refrain

Of violins by the ivory colonnade.

And there in the somnolent, redolent shade

I shall take your fair, white hand,

As we rove among the blooms,

In the garden by the ocean,

Reveling in deep emotion

Beneath our gilded palace,

And its grand, palatial rooms.

 

And I shall kiss your lovely face,

In a state of imperial, gracious grace,

To the chime of harps and wedding strains

Which will emanate from daisies, dahlias and the breeze,

From the chapels by the rustic lanes,

Beneath the golden linden trees.  

 ~ John Lars Zwerenz