When Hugo Meets Shakespeare
Volume 2
The brightness all around, my soul does not trouble.
Like a lovely maiden, the fields shine and bubble,
The nest dangles in the hollies.
Gaiety glows everywhere, and the world gladly raves.
May, in the moss, spreading, deep within every cave
To the lovebirds shows sweet follies.
In fields of alfalfa as in the fields of beans,
Frolicking butterflies dance like in dreaming scenes,
The green corn sprouts from rugged stalls,
And golden bees hover periwinkle branches.
The thyme and the bindweed, growing on the ranches,
Let all these suckers have a ball.
The eventide displays copper clouds in the sky.
The trees bursting with leaves on spring seem to be high,
Throwing their branches without care,
Birds are tossed over here and again are flung there.
The braided drone comes flirt with roses everywhere,
Sweet nothings only it would dare…
Once upon in lifetime, as though to prove a point
That the power of love still befalls the conjoint,
Two souls gladly surfing over this world’s meadows,
Hand in hand, relieving one another’s sorrow,
Glowing in blissful might, gleaming of the same light,
Emanating a sun, forever warm and bright,
Living one and the same, basking in sweet glory,
Dazzled, like exiting some enchanted story,
Where this pair of lovebirds, with borrowed rays of sun,
Would, in their ecstasy, the rest of us, just shun.
If ever they would be from themselves drawn apart,
They’d resourcefully steer toward their counterpart
And, in a sweet sudden, daring the daunting crowd,
Dash toward the other then soar above the clouds…