I don’t know why I turned away.
I come to Athens to be born.
The angel of goodbye will play
Through even Aristotle’s horn.
I will appear up from the sea.
I am again borne by the tides.
Will she agree to marry me?
I like her wild, surprised green eyes.
In soaking water I’ll be found.
My river loves the water blue.
I drink this love in which I drown
Forever swimming here with you.
We surface and what do we find?
That fairy hills are back alive.
©2013 Stephen K. Pickering
(04-18-13 I edited this today and changed some things. Threw out the original last stanza and closing two lines. They are here below. I’m gonna keep them around here on the blog post. If I ever make it into a musical song, I’ll need another stanza, and maybe another refrain.)
You are the burning flame that rose
But we can only feel the nail.
When spring azaleas colors explode,
Your spirit opens the sacred trail.
I need to be outside with you.
You’re soaked with Sun and morning dew.