Mystical Morning Song came whispering <br />It's melodious rhythmic sounds <br />For the spring time lays in the Garden's <br />Of lovers floral bouquet abed in the ground <br /> <br />Waiting for your happiness in your love to grow <br />You continue to wonder in absolute awe <br />While prolonging whispers of lover's musical breeze <br />That embraces The Spring and welcomes Winter's thaw <br /> <br />The warmth of the sun rays come in loves burning <br />Filling all nature and you with serene <br />Allowing all new Spring buds of love to open <br />Tantalizing aroma's of new memories to be made <br />Come the Mystical Morning Song Spring <br /> <br />Dedicated to: Jeri, Aka, Morning Song <br />With love <br /> <br />A Morning song is an Aubade <br />Or the regret of lovers that Dawn <br />Has come too soon <br /> <br />il n'est mie jors, <br />Saverose au corps gent <br />Si me consent Dieus <br />L'aloete nos ment <br /> <br />Transalation: <br />It is not daylight <br />O sweet one with the gentle body <br />So God help me <br />The Lark lies to us <br /> <br />(-Provencal, twelfth or Thirteenth Century)<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aubade-11/
