Berceuse surle nom Gabriel Faure, Pavane pour une infante de'funte
Rapsodie Espagnole, Daphnis et Chloe' Suite
Ravel's lullabies, weeping willow gypsy violins, soft piano sighs

Solitary sitting on the recessed alcove seat
The front bay window overlooks the brown-stemmed barren gardens
Bereft of summer's blooming fragrant roses

Small leather-bound book of sad love poems, written by Rod McKuen
Opened in my lap, leaves me feeling existential minded
Harmonies and agreements in all of Life and Love
Ever changing, ever blending, intermingling with experience
Truth based in actuality from one day to the next
Never really knowing, until you really know

Listen carefully to my heartache's sorrow
The dimension depth charge of my flowing tears
Mysterious with opalescence, iridescent shimmering rainbow colors
Sleeting rain falls in sheets of autumn showers
A bitter summonings of cold waves and wet chills, left unchallenged
Huddling for warmth and humanity I curl myself into an uptight ball
legs drawn, head bowed, eyes closed
Will someone come to banish, cast out the dampening spirit
The ever lasting darkness residing in my soul-less heart