The Aspiring Bard

Don't wait for me, Don't call my name. These days we share Won't be the same. Growing up! Too old for dreams! (Rend our fancy At the seams). Scorn the Fairy From her throne... Leave me here To dream Alone.

We live Each in Predestined rings, 'Til In proper Course of things, My compass Overlaps With yours. Then we talk, And laugh, And smile, Adjoining... For a little while.

Swallow gleams On luster wing - My glow is Perspiring. Swallow chats Of wind and flight - My songs are Of earth and light. Swallow is A skybound thing - Earthbound, I Take root for wing.