A Poem Like That

Wouldn't it be grand to skip the lies? If you don't love me, simply speak the truth. I need to hear it from you... and in so doing give you one last chance to act like a man. I won't hold my breath.

Once Upon September

Softly blows the wind at night through the hills and valleys Moves the clouds beyond my sight until my eyes can now see… Moonbeams dancing on the hill touch secrets I remember They now stay ever, ever still since once upon a September. Mother said come here to me, safe forever you will be, Let their arms now comfort thee I promise they will set you free this night in good September. Their game was played on these very hills I was swift but we all took some spills Twas harder than my very will In that warm September. They called the game a merry chance But whoever lost had to dance A dance that only they could pick So I had to dance at the end of a stick The robed ones disdained all my cries Saying for fortune I was their prize A dainty for the gods they pleased That night in dark September. I never saw my mother again But fortune is her new best friend The cloaked ones earned their queens embrace And I a new path forever take, Sailing O'er the mid

night breeze... Quiet, peaceful, still as you please Yet there is no comfort left for me... Ever since September.