Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Sweet Bird of Youth." (A'pres Tennessee Williams.)

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, DAVE DELACROIX: "Sweet Bird of Youth." (A'pres Tennessee Williams.)

"Sweet Bird of youth."

...Sweet bird of youth, soft, tanned, tonal flair & all the diamonds in your golden hair. A midnight kiss, a Moon alight, a gleaming, a glint in an eye, a Tyger-Tyger in a jungle night?

Sweet bird of youth, an Act within a Play to prick the conscience of an aging world; a tribute, a trouble, a cloud, a sleek horizon, a loves re-doubt!? A timetable un-registered! A CHASM"s fading shouts, triple ECHO smolders... like kisses of clay. Lack-a-day & all our yesterdays.

Sweet bird of youth lost too soon. A legend-illusion like the Man on the Moon. Lost like ATLANTIS & all of its joys, enjoyed now by proxy; GONE! And SWEPT, now astray. No Prince nor Pauper. Away-away! Sweet bird of youth -marooned on the moon.

Sweet bird of youth, an ICARUS flight. A place in the Sun, loves waxwings un-wind. A Song of Songs. A SAGA chant! A silent chorale un-sounds. As birds' wings, noiselessly shadow that sweet bird of youth to no longer mirror your marrow.

Sweet bird of youth, a dance, a song, light on your feet, flirtations belong. A "Festa di Complianni" (Happy Birthday in Italian), a Carnival: "Plasair d'amour!" (French lingua: It means U STILL owe me $20!)  as that Tyger-Tyger prowls thru your night.  That Sweet bird of Youth. Your ghost, your future night.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix/aged 70.