adieu, assem

the day was dark
the sky stood still
nothing moved, not lark
or evening whippoorwill

no clouds float by
nothing pleasant here
grey just meets the eye
everywhere no su mer

the day is gone
and needs replacing
like a fuse blown
a heart's aching

who really cares
who is content
a heart dares
seulement

(c) 2003 Rennie Lorca