A Silent Spring
A silent spring,
Birds all gone.
Only the wind
Whispers at dawn.
He drew the shade down in front of the sun,
A thick, medieval fortress wall of stone cast.
There in the dim and safe of the dark was also a dog,
A part of him dragged from the past.
Ode To A Mixed Up Therapist
Things taken against our will;
Things taken without our knowledge;
Things taken twice;
Things gone that leave a hole.
S o help me find the metaphor of childhood
With which I can help you understand
What was stolen.