Vesper Zephyr

You are that dainty flower, effusing aroma of essence
I am a passerby, admiring this fated coincidence
Splendid are your petals; with panache you bloom
Pleasant are your odors; with flamboyance they loom

How much I yearn for the eternity of the moment
For time is but a fading dream
How long I wait for the never-returning memory to regress
Away they flow with the relentless stream

The emperor of bees lies dead on your turquoise leaves; he has tasted your sweetness in bitter disguise
Ne’er would I dare to embrace your thorns of ardor; if so, may I be a moribund vagabond awaiting demise

Softly does the zephyr blow
Across and beyond the golden horizon afar
Not until then did I know
That the sun has fulfilled its greatest devoir

In the rays of the sunset, you are as exquisite as ever
Between one ripple and another, my face was destined to scatter

You are the belle amidst the beauteous vista at dusk
Silenced is the season by your breath-taking pulchritude
I am a lorn vagrant with nothing save dregs of rum in cask
Only left to accompany me is the agonizing solitude…