The Song the Sun Sings On the First Of May

Now, Love, at last I come

In fullness rising over you.

Let there be new trembling under the cold-hardened earth

at the light play of my fingers

And sighing in the valleys.

Let there be the song of unfolding within your hidden petals

At the caress of my warm breath

And undulations in the warming estuaries.

Let the winged ones return to sing

among your greening branches.

Let there be heard swirling

Up to the joyous stars

and over the newborn land

Your aching, fiery song of


​Poem by Shaman Jaime Meyer

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