Not one star ventures out tonight
To grace its black lapel
The silence is a mantle; white
Its breath a low, drawn knell
The moon retreats to chambers veiled
Or closes its lone eye
No silhouette of pine impaled
Against the heavy sky
Birch skeletons flaunt ivory arms
Boldly against the deep
But there are none to see her charms
The whole world lies asleep
Birch skeletons flaunt ivory arms
Boldly against the deep
But there are none to see her charms
The whole world lies asleep
Tonight the Muse has lost her spark
She has no words to say
Methinks perhaps it is too dark
And she has lost her way
Janet~
Oh, I doubt your muse has lost her way in the dark, Janet. She seems pretty active to me.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it takes some strong persuasion to lure her from her hiding. So often, she is hiding in someone else's words;))
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I find that true as well. Sigh!
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