come next winter,

the migratory birds are about to leave the land of the poet bird..

COME NEXT WINTER FRIENDS


I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS
FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS

WHEN THE WOODS BLOOM WITH FLOWERS OF SNOW
WHEN THE  BOREAS  BRING YOU HELL  WITH  BLOW
WHEN YOUR HEARTS CRAVE FOR WARMTH AND GLOW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

YOU  SHALL  NEST IN A PASTURE  NEW
CLOVER IS GREEN AND FOES ARE FEW
I WILL SHOW YOU SOME ETHEREAL VIEW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

YOU SHALL BATH IN  HOT  WATER  SPRING
WRAP INTO SWEATERS THE SUNNY DAYS BRING
STROLL ON THE PLAIN WHERE SUN RAYS CLING

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

TELL THEM THE STORIES OF LIGHT AND HUE
TELL THEM THE STORIES OF GREEN AND BLUE
BRING  WITH  YOU  SOME  MORE FRIENDS NEW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

PACK IN THY BAGS  SOME FAIRY TALES
WRAP IN THY LUNGS  SOME HOMELY SMELLS
MY SON WILL JUMP TO SEE  DOLL  BELLES

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

BYE BYE O BIRDS IF WE CAN NOT MEET
FORGIVE ME FRIENDS IF I CAN NOT GREET
FORGET NOT THE SKY YOU FLEW WITH ME
FORGET NOT THE LAND YOU ROAMED WITH ME

WORRY NOT TO COME NEXT WINTER MY FRIENDS
MY SON WILL WAIT WITH MY NAME IN HIS HANDS

Mukesh Raval
India [29/01/2010]

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

a very surreal feel to it,,,and a rather,generous invitation,,,the imagery,the trees in snow flowers,warmth and sunshine were contagious,loved the description and the smooth flow of it,,,,