the flute

in its brisk stagger
across the glistened glade,
a clarion is made,
to the earthy town.

unleashing future
in bounties
of a self-made man
through a pollen shower
of red lilacs

ramming it's path
which leads to his ear
and touches his heart
in the sound of a twilight shower

"o mystic wind,
you smell of my beloved
in your distinct garb,
you brought him here
and embraced me in your breeze"