the thorning of the prickalala tree

“They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little  
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor  
safety.”―Benjamin Franklin  
 
caress my face,  
you fragrant morning wind;  
let me embrace  
your early peace of mind.  
night sleep has flown  
and left me wide awake,  
new dreams to own,  
old nightmares to forsake.  
 
quicken my feet  
with sparkling pearls of dew;  
excite the beat,  
as day comes dancing through;  
for i must glean  
birdsongs and serenades  
that swell between  
bright mountains and dark glades.  
 
the thorning of  
the prickalala tree  
shall well reprove  
the wanton liberty
whose wasted hours  
leave barren, at day’s end,  
what fertile stores  
night cannot comprehend.  
 
entice my heart  
to halo in the light,  
new visions chart  
where, late, the bitter night;  
for all my thirst  
your promises must cloy,  
till i am versed
by life’s refreshing joys.  
 
© Copyright 2024 May 09    
by Clyve A. Bowen♫