This Day is Young

This day is young,
And always sweet and always free.
So much to long,
And find out for you and me;
Of things to be eternally.

A blooming glows,
In a time and within every wish.
And as it grows,
To each splendor accomplish;
For all the world to astonish.

The night is there,
With full of wondering deep skies.
And stars so blare,
That dark to dark diversifies:
Like firelight and dragonflies.

For some will fail,
In their time and within their heart.
Each countervail
Is in them with bottomless swart,
Which a thoughtless thought will impart.

Certainty

Oh summer birds are going now
with longings and dreams,
from autumn forest lowbrow
withering moments beseems.

My words, what's it I write?
in vanishing thoughts and lamp;
whiles of summer's last flight,
preparing new winter's encamp.