Summer Dawn

In the green ether suddenly a star flickers And in the hospital they smell the morning. The thrush trills crazily hidden in the bush And cloister bells go dreamlike and far. A statue towers in the square, lonely and slender And in the courtyard red flowerbeds dawn. The air around wooden balconies shakes with sultriness And flies quietly reel around the stench. The silver curtain there before the window hides Entwined limbs, lips, tender breasts. A hard hammering echoes from the tower scaffold And the moon decays white in the firmament. A ghostly dream-chord hovers away And monks plunge from the church gates And stride lost in the infinite. In the sky a bright summit lifts.