Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Echo of Good-by

The rush of green has come again
The shores have shed their frozen main
The seas of winter, harsh and cold
Glimmer once more with bits of gold
Yet, still upon Spring’s verdure I
Can hear an echo of good-by

The pleasantries of bloom and breeze
Fall prey, as seasons must appease
Time’s fixed appeal, a phantom reel
Of dust to dust’s eternal seal
And oft upon the vesper I
Perceive the echo of good-by

Parting; is it sweet sorrow then?
This agony of mortal men
Is it love’s everlasting hope
Of something far beyond earth’s slope?
Within this mien of moments I
Embrace the echo of good-by


Til we Meet Again Johnny Ried

1 comment:

Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed!