This is us my loveThis is you and IWe are ringing as bells togetherThe sound continues for longer and longer periods.We sing our love togetherThe music of our beings winds in ever increasing harmonies.The sky seems so closeOur heads piercing the clouds.Have we grown so big I wonder?Are we giants now?The love between us increased usWe are tall and expansiveAnd our hearts roar like thunder together.Our eyes are like moons that shine into each other.We take refuge with each others' love and passion.This is us.
Exacting as it isit takes the route to end all routesI see and stop and pause to breathe and wipe my browwhich did I hear before the dawn brokedid I get to itdid it collar me fastI dream of eternal sucking and blowingI whiz with barely time to wipe my asshanging onto pipeshere and theregetting my bearingswhich tunnel takes me where?my eyes red and waterymy glasses frosted with icemy arms and legs numbmy heart speeding
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --