And so to that sweet lullaby
You, in your perfumed cradle, rest
Safe in the arms of Mother Earth,
Held closely to her loving breast.
Until one happy wondrous day
When love so tenderly drew nigh,
Lifted your tiny hand of green
And turned your face toward the sky.
The oleander blooms for me,
In dawning splendrous beauty,
I planted it so tenderly
And love has done its duty.
SHADOWS
Shadows—gray symbol of a broken faith.
We cling to hope—in hope we find
The symbol of a broken heart.
Shadows—gray bleak gossamer web
Of what once was woven ’round my heart.
We slink within thy domain—the land of shadows.
For still we hope.
But knowing always, that a broken faith can never be restored
To more than it was—a Shadow.
ACCUSATION
Out of a shadowed corner
Comes a phantom of the past,
To confuse me
And accuse me
For a vain iconoclast.
To chide me
And deride me
In a seething scornful blast.
To cheat me
And defeat me,
Conscience, crucifies at last.
EVEN SONG
I sing a song to the sapphire sky
That curtains a sleeping earth.
I sing a song to the stars on high
That mark a jewel’s worth.
My feeble voice, so weak it sounds,
A puny earthy cry,
Yet when its echo comes to me,
Angelic voice in harmony,
I know it is not I.