Visions of Persephone
I'll miss the leaves when they turn yellow
And fall to the ground
I'll miss the silence in the mornings
When there's too much sound
I'll miss the gentle touch of her breath
On my skin
When she leaves at last
There's no time like the present
To make up for the past
Ooh, My Persephone
My maiden of spring
Ooh, My Persephone
Sing sing sing
Will you bless me with your kiss
And grant your warm embrace
I'll miss the chirping of the sparrows
They wake me up from dreams of flight
I'll miss the moon beams on my rooftop
On the short summer nights
I'll miss the faint, sharp taste of lemon
on my lips
I resign And sigh
And I ache with loss and sorrow
Oh My My My
Visions of Persephone
Reposing on her balcony
Her alabaster nudity
Immersed in golden light
And me beside her on my knee
In perfect equanimity
I disregard the brevity
Of the seasons hasty flight
Come autumn she'll be gone
Through the roar of snowflakes falling
And pins dropping all around
I could swear I heard her calling
With a sweet and brittle sound
I can't tell if she's crying
Is that a scent
of salt
upon
the icy air?
But squinting at the white horizon
I don't see her anywhere
Ooh, My Persephone
My maiden of spring
Ooh, My Persephone
Sing sing sing
Writer/s: Christian Peter Bisbjerg Rasmussen, Jan Hjelm Rosendal Jørgensen
