unnplanned plans

by heytherewildflower

Ditty of First Desire

-Federico Garcia Lorca

In the green morning
I wanted to be a
heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a
nightingale.
A nightingale.

  (Soul,
turn
orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

  In the vivid morning
I wanted to be
myself.
A heart.

  And at the evening’s end
I wanted to be my
voice.
A nightingale.

  Soul,
turn
orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.