The Fool in his Heart


G e n t l y  d r i f t i n g  w i n d,  s h i n i n g

i n  a  s h a d o w  o f  t h e   m o o n .

U n d e r n e a t h  is the wild circling blackness

o f  a  t r e m b l i n g  d r e a m ,

desperately d e l i c a t e,  h i s s i n g  thinly,

lost in the strange phosphorescense of midnight;

u s e l e s s  s l e e p ,  f a l s e  m orning.

T h e sweet quiet wind  s w i r l s,  i g n o r e d ,

b u t  s t e a d y  a n d  powerful.

H e  r i s e s ,  b r o k e n,

l i g h t l y  breathing his shades of poison.

The cruel treachery of  b l a c k n e s s  beckons.

The  f a d e d   iridescent   shore   is  lost  to  him,  and

H e    d r i f t s    i n t o    t h e    s h a d o w