After the Dawn Chorus

Was it under light of the day as approached the cloudy streaks of nimbus - grey, off - white and a blue just to smear its visage well - ah! caught were my eyes in sight of ecstacy. 

There above my head they rambled, to the right, to the left, hither and thither before my senses knew had they lost sanity for good.

'Twas gloomy. Such black underneath itself, yet forbore it from coming to display just on the front. Ah! how the screen looked gay - ah! so gay and elated, provoking an inrush of stampede of emotions known and unknown, familiar and strange, loved and despised, propitious and perilous, desired and abandoned.

On and on and on lammed they my chest at the core; on and on and on I felt.

Came they after an aeon of my hours did I spend - lonely even with aloofness of mine.

Departed they in the blink of an eye.

Oh dear, may I beseech thou to be not so relentless to me; hath I longed for thee at hours I do not want to remember. How empty! Damn! How empty was my room had I grown up in. May I entreat thee to not persist in this malice of thy art of blessing me with eternal bliss to seize every soupcon of the touch in the name of thy rightful confiscation.

Thou art right. Forsooth, art thou so right, but art thou in the sky.

'Tis earthly ground I stand on. Hath me feet not sought the line of horizon yet. Will I meet you on my own when 'tis within my reach.

Is there no bird I hear chirrup. Art they so quiet that seems the rustle of the foliage so dead to me. 

Past is the dawn chorus. I see, it is. 

Alas dear! Why do thou depart still? Hath I refused to look at thy face?

Why! 'Tis stubbornness from thee! Hath I claimed thy presence on my demand? I have asked for you with lover's heart.

Do thee take umbrage of what I never meant for had I not a chance to say? Must I confide in thee now that thee recede - were my window panes glazed with creamy mist as ransacked my eye in vain for thy spectacle in my world. 

'Twas else on the fog; 'twas else on the dews.

'Twas thy confidence trick had I taken for thy test of my patience. Art thou here with me, and have I my eyes wide open, is my body sober when my mind is not. Show me, how have I done? 

Thee descend with rain amidst this auburn autumn. 

Drip! drip! Hark my ears.

I do not leave open ground. I let thee kiss my skin for such a traitor art thou. Will I be deluded in no time.

Alack! Why do you move away? Tell me 'tis the wind making thou drift. Will you for my soul to not detest thy departure?

Lackaday! art thou still away! Be not begone my love for thee have my heart in those clouds.

I will have thou gone if this pleases thee, but detest will I thou mischief for hate I must so you come back. Thus will I have a word for last. Will thou hear me speak?

Deep in the embrace of frost and snow, will my inglenook have clinkers of ember under a cloister of green.

Right hither. Right thither.

Right on the concrete.

May you fancy a cold advent when I will sit by my fireplace. 

I will burn the heartwood in flames of gasoline.