A trumpet blares
Throughout the night
Its sound, a nature call
Its tone is bright and vibrant
And it calls to one and all
It speaks not of the death and loss
We all must one day face
But of the life and joy we feel
When in our rightful place
Yes, sounds may laugh
And sounds may cry
And trumpets do their best
To play a melancholy tune
When one is laid to rest

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Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due—

The Frogs got Home last Week—
Are settled, and at work—
Birds, mostly back—
The Clover warm and thick—

You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me—
Yours, Fly.

Sometimes
My thirst for love is so strong
So unquenched
It makes me forget who and where and what I am
And I want to run
Run
Run away
From what?
Who knows
I turn up the noise
And run
As far as I dare
I don't listen to real life
I don't let it in
Reality cannot permeate my golden bubble
My crystal casing
It will protect me
Until it fades
Soon it will fade
Nothing will be left
Except for a few wisps
Of bright white hair and paper
To chase
Or not to chase
Don't let it fade!
Run to the light
Or find safety in the darkness
Drink up the love you find
Let breath rack your writhing body
You deserve a thrill
Then the fear comes
Light
Sirens
Real sound (so to speak like)
Lock them out!
You could run for miles
Keep breathing
Choose life
*Choose life

The Muse on vacation,
  all thoughts have gone slack

The lyrics unwritten,
  the music off track

All time is unsettled,
  the Devil has come

His melody tempting,
  false promises run

Two days still without her,
  the weekend what’s left

The oxygen dwindling,
  I take shorter breaths

My will power fading,
  all consciousness falls

The ending beginning,
  my last beck and call

But as the dark silence,
  takes over my life

A light passes through me,
  the shadows contrite

Its warmth so familiar,
  its rapture my hymn

Salvation back early,
  my Laura—within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)