In Short...

A Few Lines From Last Night

I’m sure I’m not the only person feeling this way…

Sadly, Now

How sad to be sad
when the moon is new,
When the spring is glad
and the dusk is blue.
How sad to find
that a nightmare’s true,
that the darkness blind
is the waking view.

How sad to feel
that the new moon’s gleam
can no longer heal;
and tonight it seems
that the love-mad birds
in the spring’s sweet scheme
a…