Visions Of A Romantic Fool. Poem by Kevin East

A pale dead moon
Mourns in disguise.
As coloured rains
Wash a child sunrise.
The woodwind breeze
Can sympathize
With dawn's birth pains
And dry her eyes.
Each morning
Life spawning,
As eternity is born.
With innocence of lamb
Or fawn.
And flowers
Of Heaven's scent,
Today,
Can wrap the hours
In sweet bouquet.

Only
Lonely old people
Will hear the bells
And see the steeple.
From churchyard summers
And wishing wells.
Barefoot first love
Forever dwells
In music played
Through lost sea shells.
Visions of a romantic fool
Turning blue
A limpid pool.
Forever smiling at passion's sting.
For what now is pain
Will help memory sing.
When lonliness
Will wear my ring.