PASTORAL

By Yasen Vedrin

(Unfaded Memories)

I can become a soft rug for your feet

With gentle scent that clover fields impart.

An evening longing we can share and meet –

A wonder underneath the vines, apart.

I can become a warmth for you tonight –

A burning fire, built close beside the wall.

While the pale moon whispers with its light

Through leaves of plane trees rising grand and tall.

I can become a cricket in the land.

A little firefly on your palm to gleam.

A boy and girl, in love and hand in hand,

Bathing at night into the flowing stream.

I can become eternity for you,

With the warm shade of an old roofing tile.

Just grant me joy that is forever true,

And tell me not to leave you all the while...