We Shall Wander

WE SHALL WANDER

We shall wander as children beneath the multicolored leaves.

Beneath their boughs of indigo, beneath Colonial eaves,

We shall rove where the zephyrs flow, in the silence of the night.

And sitting in a tuft of daisies we shall pine in sweet delight.

You shall ponder only me,

Beneath a blossoming myrtle tree,

And I shall ponder only you.

We shall feel the cool breath of the sanctified dew,

Barefoot and dreaming, among the fireflies

Of the summery glen,

Where they flutter

And flit to the rumble of thunder,

As purple dragonflies

Hover over the pond, and then

We shall recline

In the wine,

In the vodka of the grass,

As the shooting stars like lightning pass.

And when the dawn ascends, majestic and gold,

You shall give me your fair, white hand to hold,

As the hedgerows awake

With a gleaming, exquisite, summery sheen.

We shall wade by the pond,

By the violet, little lake,

Gratefully humble, gratified, serene.

And gazing at the great, gilded beyond

We shall sigh as the sun

Unites us as one

Beneath the moon, full, white and pale,

Enraptured in its comely veil

Upon the pleasant dale

Of effervescent, holly green.  

 ~ John Lars Zwerenz