IF you were coming in the Fall,
I'd ignore Serenity Spring
And falter Winter's call -
To the Summer's day that you bring.

If I could only see you in a Year,
I'd have Angels take us an Eternity -
Without a Minute to Fear,
In time's Serenity.

If only I could make Time stop -
When you slip the Ring on my hand,
So the Bells forever ring atop,
And Echo through the land.

If when our Life is gone,
And Death sends us away -
And the Swan sings her song,
Not far from thee, I shall lay.

Yet we falter Life's delicate wing,
And disturb its nest of glee -
Though our love may sing,
It will never reach Heaven's tree.

I shall HIDE within Spring's flowers,
       And attach your love to my chest,
So it can ring to the highest towers -
Until my soul is put to rest.

I shall hide within Spring's flowers,
To forever fade from your gaze
And receive my rightful dowers -
A loneliness, without your praise.

Thou I did ALWAYS love,
I bring thee proof!
So the forces above -
May never turn aloof.

Always I speak to thee,
That love is life -
Forevermore that shall be,
Even when we find strife.

The swan's song may always sing,
And thou will forever feel dignity -
But thy honor is what terror may bring,
For men know not of chivalry.

HAVE a little butterfly in your heart?
Amidst a tiny garden of loving grace,
Where the angels never part -
And light shines upon thy face?

And the river of that garden shall flow -
Until the dying swans sing,
When the world is shattered with reddened glow.
Then - our love shall be their wing.

Have a little butterfly out in March?
Fluttering over the river's overflow?
Where the flowers never parch -
Far from the days we know.

And later in August we may lay,
Within the meadows of life -
Where thou is my summer's day,
And I remain the river's wife.

I CANNOT live with you,
Thy honor is my life's crux -
With worthy values few,
Forevermore, I am in flux.

Outwards onto Death's sea,
Travels our love's gentle grace,
Into the night with thee -
The heart's only key.

Yet our love is in vain!
My heart shall lay broken -
Never to remain,
The fatal decree spoken.

THERE thou came upon a summer's day
With your dedication to me -
The sweet Saint of May,
Love's revelation is he.

The sun shall shine upon thy brow,
The aroma of Spring's flowers blew -
The serenity solstice we bow,
To make things anew.

Yet our time weighed heavy,
With not a word spoken,
Guarded by love's levee -
The heart's token.

Thou shut the doors of the tomb -
Forbidden to people of lore,
Immortal from its doom,
Turned to love for evermore.

The Hours ticked along,
By Time's sheer will -
The dying swan's time song,
Our hearts, stood still.

Alas! - When time hath failed,
Penanced without a sound -
And my heart has exhaled,
Your bond, I hath found.

Past the tyranny that may rise,
Against the stars above my grave -
Let them shimmer in your eyes,
To cherish the love thou shall pave.

O! - Nothing earthly is the dying day,
When I meet death's decay!
Far from your love on Heaven's coast -
Thy guardian ghost,
Ripped from your arms,
And ringing Death's fire alarms.

And I shall rest a white hand -
Upon thy brow,
During thy sobbing grand,
And who is happy now?

Once I finally fly -
Shall I find you in the sky?
Across Love's sea?
And into the night with me -
O, blessed is she.

Across Winter's grip,
Past Serenity Spring,
When the Summer showers drip -
Shall I hear Autumn sing?

And I shall rest a white hand -
Upon thy funeral gown,
During thy sobbing grand,
For I am happy now.

Once I finally fly -
Shall I find you in the sky?
Across Love's sea?
Where we can be thine and thee -
O, blessed is she.

Sorrow alights she -
Weary from the death of me.
Nodding, napping, at her desk of yore,
After my parting days,
Prodding, trapping! - Her taunting chore,
Mourning's craze.

Once I finally fly -
Shall the heavens hear thee cry?
Across Love's sea,
Where sorrow shall be.
O, blessed is she.