Go Home Poem by John Rickell

Do not wake the lily
dawn not yet begun,
she lies sleeping
in her bed of green,
petals tightly closed.
Wait young gardener, wait
listen for the blackbird
rising with the dawn,
singing in the willow,
dipping in the lake.
She hears the silver song
the gold fin at her side.
Watch young friend and dream,
do not stretch your hand
Listen to the blackbird
See the petals stir.
She is not 'wake but dreaming
eyes dazzled by the dawn.

Go home young man, go home
this bloom not for you
the flower will open many times,
one day you'll find her gone

Go home young man, go home
your time will come, then
fall again in love young man
and when you do, you'll
soon forget the lily
half sleeping in the lake.