Your Tirade Comes

two saraband In restful tones, my evening sigh doth thank the stars, you’re far away. I shirk my duties ever nigh. As thoughts engage where'er they may, oh, how my heart longs to be free. Those miles that sever me from thee are welcome breach, reprieve’s highway. Dark quickly falls my soul is blessed and in my dreams, I snub your calls. Ere long, two nights provide sweet rest. At noon, I wake. Your shadow falls and tirade comes… repair the fence, garage needs paint. It would make sense to trim the weeds that flank the walls. June 14, 2019