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The Lark Ascending

My dear,

I wrote this while I was intently listening to Vaughan William’s The Lark Ascending. It’s such a beautiful picturesque piece. I felt I could put some words to it. An odd-liner poem:

when can i see you?
it feels too long
ever since you’re gone

the sun would not set
so would not the moss grow
so would not tomorrow unfold

people say
from absence comes fondness
surely it isn’t wrong

from absence comes fear
the fear and longing so real
hoping for my heart to prevail

the need to see
and whisper
and embrace

the lark ascends
over the mountains it crosses
it soars high in the sky
it keeps an eye
singing its beautiful song
it knows where it goes
it knows where it belongs
it knows its way
it is patient

the day will come, it will
when i smell no lesser
an everlasting scent

a sweet scent, my love
my hope has not hesitate
i will wait

To my pleasant surprise after writing it, I discovered that Vaughan Williams originally got his inspiration from George Meredith’s poem The Lark Ascending, before writing the piece. I’ll let you hear it one day.