A Daydreaming Evoked By Swallows Poem by Terry Dawson

The spring swallows return anew;
I search for the elusive blue;
Sky-riders of unequalled grace,
Conjures to sight likeness of you.

My mind drifts now to far off place,
While in my heart an empty space;
An emptiness that will remain
Till filled by woman's charm and grace.

And so my thoughts return again
To the blue hills above the plain,
Where resides one who is new hope
To thirsting land of soothing rain.

A cottage stands upon the slope,
Within a girl is making soap.
Gardens there where white flowers grow
Beneath trees hung with monkey rope.

Now this one thing I humbly know:
All that I have I'd fain bestow
Upon this one, that from it flow
Chance of companionship's warm glow.