Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Nat'l Poetry Month No. 11

Oh my gosh. Only because I set out
to post a month's worth of poems
I came across this one. Jumped on it
because it was short & I'm in a hurry
to get to work. Little did I expect to
discover this kindred spirit. Swap 'art'
for 'song' & you've got me. 'Nothing
stays with me [inconstant me] long,'
I'm afraid.

The Dreams of My Heart

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.

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