Listening to every heart
Sometimes you may never know
Until you’ve strolled my shores,
Night will follow ever slow
Suns will, in a light, come, and go.
Here I am at twilight’s dusk
In a quandary, slipping deep
Night becomes me even now
E’er more I sleep.
Winter beautifies my charms, as
In the cool sun thus the ground glistens
Like diamonds thrown by fairies ‘round
Lying ’cross the snow’s white ground.
Enigmatic at the last.
By your leave I, sadly now,
Aim my sight and arrows elsewhere;
Chimera as an art’s final form, with
Kindness thrown everywhere.
20 September, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow