March Hare

Regal clovers of elaborate gold;
Clipped in the hair of the bride
On the sunny day.
Three leafs, four
More and more and more
Surround the garden
Of white and green.

Joy sings from the young woman's heart.
Happiness is all she sees.
Love is in the air
And it seems almost too much for her to bear.
And she waits for the fated hour.

The sunny day goes by.
The girl worries,
Worries...
Meaningless hours tick and time
Slows to a standstill.
When it starts to rain.

The makeup falls,
The dress is ruined.
The guests are gone,
The she is marooned
On a tiny isle with no name.

The rain:
Drifting by in steady streams.
It takes it all.
Party, guests, food...
But not the clovers,
Because the clovers stay.

And as the rain drips on,
A song they play.
And the groom she's yet to meet,
And her friends are far behind,
Are nothing in the field of clovers.
And the clovers sing.

~"I will love you,
Whatever you go by.
Your name is joy
And that's all I need,
When I lie in your embrace."~

***

Gone is the party,
Gone is the bride.
There's no one left to run...
There's nowhere left to hide.
Dreams of gilded roses
And clovers smelted into golden hues
Linger in the rain-soaked field...
Where you left you...



ISA

Happy belated Birthday to a dear friend of mine, born on St. Patrick's Day. Even if you aren't here, I wish you great happiness.