April 8--Fight the Muse

I'm too tired to write a poem. It's been much too long a day. No energy to lift a pen. Oh Muses! Go away! It's time to turn the brain off And let it go to sleep. It's barely on the surface,

April 7--La Voile

Si j'avais pas Le temps qui reste I've no idea Which road is best. Et je couris Avant la mer And with a sigh I leave you there. Et quand j'ai faim Tu as ton pris. I wonder why You notice me. Mais dans

April 6--I Know Your Name

I once heard a song sung That I locked inside my heart: It's the lullaby of safety, Though I learned it just in part. It was whispered through the tree boughs When I, so young and small, Wrapped myself in safety, So assured I wouldn't fall.

April 5--Soffice Sera

She'll sit beside the window, Hear the tree frogs and the birds, And her mouth will move but softly Without the sound of words. And she'll gaze out at the sunset Watching clouds in fainter light As they tint themselves with purple, Dressed for advent of

April 4--Mystery

Kings have known this mystery, Shrouded in fog of gold. It races blindingly onward, And I feel my heart turning old. Fast as the wind it recedes, And is lost in the fingers of night; I leave it behind in my horror, And let it shrink out of my sight.