Sant Jordi

8 verses and 1 day

The morning will ripen into afternoon,
showing us all its rebellious fire;
time, like a flame that burns,
scorching the clock night and day.

And afternoon will tint itself to night,
unstoppable, our dance will carry on,
with love—lavish overflow—
and the freedom of the breath of air.

To my flower... and to all the other flowers. ;)