Time…

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Rest your tired feet

On my soothing shoulder

Tarry awhile and meet

All the gentle souls of this old house.

What makes you wary, little heart?

What keeps you awake, little birdie?

Is it the crumbling walls of this house?

Or is it the sense of a deep darkness within unroused?

Do not worry, dear little heart!

Do not worry, dear little birdie!

The darkness hurts only those

Who have malicious intent in their hearts

Not those with pure hearts to keep their part.

Now fly away, little heart, little heart

Go away, little birdie

The storm is past, little heart, little heart

The weight is lost, little birdie.

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Advertisements

Sultry Summer…

summer

Sultry summer,
You make me sweat,
You make me yearn,
For the coolness of rain.

Sultry summer,
The haze is in the air,
The heat everywhere,
Red dust arises.

Sultry summer,
You renew the world,
An end of the old life,
You usher in a new one.

Sultry summer,
You take away the tiredness of the year,
You give birth to new dreams,
New hopes you bring at the end of May.

Sultry summer,
I always hated your show,
Heat, dirt, dust and flies,
Always cursed for you to go!

Sultry summer,
But now I know,
You sustain the life,
From the word go!