hallowed lands touch idling feet
madly mumble marching in
waiting lips and wings of bright
watch and hear the games begin

lucid furnace of its dream
or something akin
yearn a sketch of resurrection
sample sights of spring

dancing fingers live the warmth
on tips of trailing twigs
beat a pitch, phrase a song
for blossoms breathed within

which meets a palisade of change
relish his laughing sin
and halts in ***** of her sky
to womb of shadows bring

a day of gleaming fragrances
in orchards verdant seen
caged and frozen in her eyes
or melted in his being

if limber kiss of morning dew
may steer a flock of wind
through listless green of jilted rhymes
let the games begin