Under The Azalea Tree
2020
Delicate amaranth petals
Of fair Azalea tree
Paint the air an alluring pink
Dazzling all who see.
Beneath mighty Herculean trunk
A man lies in shadowed bliss
Petals flutter, whispering breeze
He sings of true love’s kiss.
Dusk till dawn as soft daylight ebbs
Amber sun turns to coal
His melody a siren’s plea
Wretched craving for one soul.
Past the fields of poppy and sage
A shadow of a lady.
Sprint and sing with all his might till
he reaches the daisies.
She twirls and spins in joyousness;
He watches in wonder,
Shy gaze turns passionate embrace
Pure heaven-molded match.
Fabled tale of man and woman
Naught could keep them apart.
Fairytale of Elysium and bliss
They owned each other’s hearts.
A thousand days of rhapsody
The man fully content,
He awoke mid lustrous sunrise
To his darling’s ascent.
Mere phantom of a human left,
She rose towards the sky.
He weeped and begged and howled and screamed;
Powerless, she flew high.
“Promise me one last wish,” she wept,
As wings and halo grew.
“Serenade me from our Eden.”
Bittersweet tears, he waved adieu.
Beneath mighty Herculean trunk
A man lies in shadowed bliss
Petals flutter, whispering breeze
He sings of true love’s kiss.