Pamela Wyn Shannon O Bittersweet Dear Madeline
Your wine-kissed lips and blushed stain Are
rustic songs with a yearn for refrain Deep-dyed
the twilight in the violet hour The garden
lantern makes golden the flowers
O Bittersweet Dear Madeline
The bedstraw is tangled in your hair
He flutters over your bright mouth
As you gently pull him to your lair
Your love making the earth sweet
As your bodies perfume the passing air...
A fallen leaf has been misplaced Tis
Woven in the nest the sparrow made Dewy
Tongues speak and delay The hips of trees
do sing and sway
O Bittersweet Dear Madeline
The bedstraw is tangled in your hair
He flutters over your bright mouth
As you gently pull him to your lair
Your love making the earth sweet
As your bodies perfume the passing air...
They rush to come with the flowing air
They change their shape
Then disappear
From here to here
Disappear...
