a spring in verse with links

Roger Waters performs The Wall in Stockholm last week. 

I swear oath to the humming bee
slipping through the half open window
to awaken me.

I swear oath an to the division bell,
to the grass that is greener,
to the night that is brighter,
to the friends surrounding
to the nights of wonder
to the endless river

I swear oath under the spreading chestnut tree
that I'll never sell you, and that
you'll never sell me.

I swear an oath to dreams,

that even if they die, 

life will not become a broken-winged bird,

that cannot fly.

I swear an oath to the people's will,

That fate will answer their call,

their night will begin to fade,

and their chains break and fall.

I swear an oath to Sabali

that I will not buy the stereotype,

the image of the images,

as long as I know what the image is.

(This was a poem about spring in many places - here and there - playing on words of other poets and lyricists, turning their worries around to make them oaths of mine.)