WAU 1982.
Leaves of doubt ladened lilt down upon my face,
Injurious screams shatter forth from an inept bird,
Who fluctuates uneasily in disgrace,
Nature\'s awkward messenger of shriek is heard,
Doomed to endless flutter.
Would that dull Indifference flew as easily away.
How is the charm of first light so stolen?
What withered sequel remains?
Perhaps the word is the clue.
Yes, the rant of poetry is kind,
It\'s stark honesty is fine,
And beyond this rotting field,
Perhaps an eye will read again,
And an ear will hear the sound and revisit the night.
Needless awe dies after the young heart
Has stilled it\'s romance with the world.
And beyond the flames flies regard,
Until a fresh mind reads the word anew,
And the Sun returns to the sky.