Before the clouds disperce

De profundis,for the departed  
favourite for  many  
drawn in awe and fear..  
Why no more for joy  
bestowed by nature  
found in primrose verges  
cast so carelessly we hardly notice  
there to chose and free?  
Life is not for ever  
we know as we are born,  
see  moths trapped in windows,
nipples dry, milk a passing fancy.  
Throw off those gowns, black  not for us  
bring on the drums and intoxicants,  
spin and sing, jazz, girate.  
there is little time  
but of what there is share  
before the clouds disperse