Trump, oh trump, fling your clarion note,
my heart in my throat,
and on this I dote
for all time.
Your call fills me with such beauteous rhyme.
Rain, dance, with softest tattoo,
while harmonics accrue
from rooftops, renew
my strength.
A much-needed soothing across my afflicted soul's length.
Oh, radiant beams, piercing the gloom,
I'm alive, in this womb,
shadows removed from the room
while I shake.
This joy, revealed, no sorrow may break.
Crisp morning's delight, and I rise
to trumpet's clear peal and the dawning of sighs;
am I wise?
This moment is mine.
With glee shall I shine?