be with the laughter of green grieving
beneath the shadow, the summer hawk
that comes to take a life and give
the fledgling hope for another day
be with the laughter of tick and tock
pendulum swing of the grandfather clock
that measures time with a ringing gong
till the spring unwinds to end its song
be with the laughter of smiling lips
beneath the eyebrows invitation
treasure youth which comes but once
then turns away without sensation
be with the laughter of waters clear
that come to wash away our fear
pretend that we will live forever
and wait out all the evil weather
be with the laughter when seasons change
sun and moon and stars and rain *
be with the laughter of green grieving
as sleep descends, I am not leaving
be with the laughter of epic night
the final theme I must explore
I do not fear, beyond the hill
I seek the green and grieve no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely penned Barry.
Thank you for reading and for the encouragement.