Scarlet red, buried and dead, she walks with the ghosts of night
Until hazy dawn in the early morn, breaks with the rays of light
A whistling breeze, a garden’s tease, lifts her from her plight.
She dances and sings, flutters her wings, rises and takes the flight
Over water blue in a shady hue, she soars to reach the height
of a mountain cold, white and old, its snowy peak in her sight.
A stormy gust, upon her thrust, she shakes and loses the fight,
falls down and deep, a tragic leap, into a rocky bight
Washed ashore, back to my door, lies in an old dendrite
I weep and weep, until asleep, till another day of light
Until hazy dawn in the early morn, breaks with the rays of light
A whistling breeze, a garden’s tease, lifts her from her plight.
She dances and sings, flutters her wings, rises and takes the flight
Over water blue in a shady hue, she soars to reach the height
of a mountain cold, white and old, its snowy peak in her sight.
A stormy gust, upon her thrust, she shakes and loses the fight,
falls down and deep, a tragic leap, into a rocky bight
Washed ashore, back to my door, lies in an old dendrite
I weep and weep, until asleep, till another day of light
