My Days Of Youth Will Come Again Poem by Nero CaroZiv

My days of youth will come again
My happy days will return with that blowing winds and that whirled rain
It is true, my days of childhood will come
With divine forgiveness, grace and calm


I will trod in the fields as I used to; innocent happy child
My naked foot will fondle the Lucerne grass and the turf wild
And the Spica's thorns will prick my body and limbs
And the pricking will be as it used to, sweet like a wine to its brim


A shower will get me with all it's pounding, bouncing drops in wild call
On my exposed shoulder, chest, neck and it will refresh my soul
I will walk in the wet fields, and tranquility will grow inside me, for me to bare
Like a beam light that breaks at the edge of the cloud to the open air


I will inhale and breathe in the smell of the furrows plough by a ploughman
Breath and relax and watch the new sun
That will reflect like a mirror in the golden puddle
Simple are the things and life naïve; things can be touched and felt; to love and to huddle


I will roam again alone in my childhood fields
Being free from rebuke and the vile hand; I will not be burnt in the heat
And the scourging fires in the roads, stiffened from panic and fear
And with all my honest heart I will be modest and cheerful; like the lawn like the lea, like a human being.


It is a summer evening now; the haze on trees foliage and the air is still like a nun
The wide staring owl on an ancient bough is watching the descending sun
The night pall is spreading over city and hall
Against tall towers peaks, so proud standing above all



Oh tell me it is true - there will come days of forgiveness and mercy
And I will walk in the fields, and it will be an innocent's child walk under trees courtesy
And my bare feet will be gently caressing, on the medick's leaves by wild beasts stumped
And sweet will be stings, when I am stung again by the rye's broken stalks and stamps


Oh bring back the drizzle that will catch me in pounding raindrops' folly
On my shoulders, my breast and my neck, while my mind will be clean and holy
I will walk the wet field, and calm silence will fill me to my soul brim
As does light in a dark cloud's rim


And I will breathe again the furrows in breaths calm and even,
And the pond's golden mirror will reflect to me the sun from heaven
And once more all the things will be simple, moving and living in motion and drive
And once more I will enjoy - yes, I will, yes, once more my days will thrive



I will roam, all alone; never hurt by the blazing inferno at hand
Of the fires on the roads fed by horrors too awful to bare or to stand,
And in my most inner heart of hearts I will be able to humbly live
With those trees; with those wild weeds in the meadows and freely breathe


Oh that it were possible my days of youth
Return after long grief and pain with just and truth
And I walk in the amiable path out of the vile hand shade
Days of innocence and repentance plain; free of rebuke and chide in my head



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