Lullaby At Noon

My ears flirt with the echo Of a passing voice Days ago, I lusted for more of it Squinting at every passing voice. Yesterday unend I stood at my window, Expectant, Compulsive! Today, Like a helmit nostalgic for home I waited for the passing lark. Wow! Here you stand My nightingale! With your euphonic tune Like music from heaven Sing my name, call me Romeo Paris or Samson, For, in that tune Shall I pronounce my vow: The oath of my life!