mood miscellanea

MY HEART

My heart's a small, hushed velvet room, Wherein a bird of wondrous breed

Beats frantically against the gloom, Insistent that he must bo freed To soar on iridescent wing High in the crystal ovening air, Triumphantly his song to sing Of happiness too great to bear.

But strange, enchanted prisoner, Forgive me if I hold you fast, Too long I've been a wanderer Unknown to me a love so vast. And so in silent wonder, I Kust closet you, lest you depart, Uncertain in my joy, and shy Afraid to risk an empty heart.

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Jean Ray

HOW COULD I KNOW

The melody was somber for so long,

That I remembered no other,

So when it changed,

How could I know at first,

It was my heart.

J. Lorna Strayer

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