An Invitation

Come on my Love! Let us move to the East Where the sun resurrects after his interim death Where darkness first gives way to light And life renews itself every morn Look to the East beyond those crooked hills Where poplars grow tall in line And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump And merrily run round the trees Where the wind moves whistling through bamboo reeds Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks And flow along in silvery rills Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves Away from the tumult, far from the crazy crowd With the pandemonium of the world Hushed to serene silence Let us move to that sequestered glade Of perennial greenery, through the sunlit grove Where we shall walk hands locked Till the bright day gives way to starlit night Inhaling night air in scented perfume, Listening to the sweet whisperings of our soul, Let us ‘drink life to the lees' from the chalice of love. Oh! Come on, we shall not tarry…. Let's go!