Ma Chambre est une Cage

the Mist lays quietly, 
pools around Cattails.
low Clouds Hover in Haze, 
tawny, Muted sunlight,
and the Drear of a spring day;

For where is the courage? 
where is the heart? 
where can be found the Melody
of a Life Apart?

The Gray Curtain
Falls over my eyes
or so do I think.

So does it say to me
           "All ends have beginnings."

and I sleep.