The Harbinger

From over the hammocks
And through the broad, bromiliad laden branches
Of the live oaks
You sing your restless song.

Gentle, redbreasted songster
What brings you to this sweaty savanna?
Together here in exile
And yet I hear you sing!

Songs of Nostalgia.
Moments of a youth.
Sunsual. Idealistic.
Saturated in Milky Moonbeams.

You are departing
AWAY, Away, away....
In Lilacs you will sing
I remain to toil in the sun.

But....
I remember.