Behold, a lilac blossoms just a heart beat away
From all your preplanned holydays and feasts…
Open your eyes, my darling, it might be your day,
Listen to the dew in the morning, don’t grumble at least.
Behold, the sunshine knocks in the window glass
Echoing trough your half open eyes some story telling beams
From a long forgotten realm of a cheerful grass
And waters that flow in heavenly streams.
Behold, have some blue soil and my metaphor’s seed,
My poem is a new landscape for your rugged earth.
Let us say good bye to the empty words and greed,
Listen, there is a new galaxy crying for birth!
Tame the words, darling, keep them together and still
Don’t let them fly around at Parliament Hill!
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