The Blossom's of Spring Not Yet Spent

The night's of late Spring,
Electrified by their passion,
Darkness heavy with the aroma of promise,
Intoxicating, invigorating.

The scent of their bloom
Envelopes, laying about, filling
The lungs with the lust
Of a youth not yet spent.

Oh sweet bloom of Spring,
Speed not these short nights
Into Summer - linger, gift us
With song, the echoes of Pan.

Speed not into Summer, for
The bloom shall then be
Spent, fallen into the
Decay of Autumn.

Spring flowers, so alive,
So lustful, filled with the
Bounty of this
Youthful season.

Fragrance of the young,
Blazing, firey colours dancing
Beneath mobile stars,
Fireflies brilliant about them,

Stay, and awaken passion.
Drift upon the breath of night,
Linger, find eternity in
This young season

Ere Spring is spent
And Summer speeds away