When Lambs Dance Their Delight
When lambs dance their delightand tight-packed buds, invincible, erupt in glorious flames
I will love you.
When earth is clothed in light
and kites, red-robed, stretch languid wings to soar above the clay
I will love you.
When vagrant swifts take flight
and mighty stags in potent pride lock horns to roar their claims
I will love you.
When trees are painted white
and night, assassin, strikes with rime-glazed knife to fell the day
Still, I will love you.