summer do go
and put an end to your hot stifling stay
a rather lengthy timid tide
spirits the spring time's gentle
blossoming all too quickly away
always a new
yet ever changing
the near theatrical stars dot the sky
so bright but careful in their celestial
display
slow years revel in the gales
as merriment prepares the reluctant piper
yet another instrument to play
sun
feel the wet of mine generous tears
and meddle not
with their free unhindered trail
down these pale downy cheeks
the bloom of blush should be
well enough for your insidious thirst
these sorrow's drops hold no argument
with you
so dry them up not
deny yourself in such bursting haste
as all moisture of this green earth
is not yours to steal
these tears are mine
along side that which he who hath brought
them on
and not you nor yours
so do be kind in your 'Thwarted Pillage'
and allow us
my tears and I
to pass by
unharmed
nor taken in
by your thoughtless siphoning rays
and restless scorn
my day has been bad enough already thank you
without you having to add yet more to its
further demise
instead
send your henchman, the moon around to torture me
with its reminiscent glow of romantic fervor
and I would gladly
welcome I believe
such challenge and chance
to wish upon for a change
as heartache feels far better in the dark
than in the hated glare
of the harsh light of day..................
(Jan. 4, 1999)