The scenes lay
The midst of may
Before their worlds dismay
As a soldier
Prepares for leave
To myself as a student
A question is asked
A line is crossed
A voice is spoken
A voice however cannot be heard
Each morning I awake
To a golden presence
Beckoning to me
Luxuriant beauty, wild
Amorous at heart
Undiminished
Ravishing
Embezzling my heart
Childhood prodigies
swept by conspiracy
cleaned by a tragedy
overlooked by society
