As the Day is Long

What season came to this?
What seal was met with the kiss?
Six feet under, I find a frozen tear.
Though I don’t know what’s brought me here
I keep by the roadside with you and the storm,
What now takes on a sharp and secret form
Only you and I can see or comprehend.
Such is the way we know of friend to friend.
 
Angels come flying from a dim nowhere
And the songs that burn from there
Are singing while we slumber
From voices without number.
Lullabies of the echoes of our heartbeat:
A golden hue of the day we soon meet
Swimming in silence next to the dream
Where things are always what we deem.
 
In the shadows of the leaves
Where dying summer breathes
With all who left before their time,
The bells ring their distant rhyme.
Six feet under, a tear in the blood
What will be the branch and the bud.
I see a new bloom as if from the stars
Or perhaps from a heart filled with scars.
 
Snow-white sight of a chill on the way:
Somewhere coming, a new yesterday.
Happy bird on waters poison and dead,
In a forgotten season just up ahead.
We meet a new past. See all that has been
As though it is the tomorrow we have seen.
You waken me to a whole new song
Angelic in beauty as the day is long.
 
© 2020 Marten Hoyle