A Song To Herself

"i was born in east virginia

north carolina i did roam

there i met a fair pretty maiden

her name and age i do not know

her hair it was of a bright sun color

and her lips of a ruby red

on her breast she wore white lilies

there i longed to lay my head

well in my heart you are my darlin'

at my door you are welcome in

at my gate i'll meet you my darlin'

if your love i could only win

i'd rather be in some dark color

where the sun refuse to shine

than to see you be another man's darlin'

and to know that you'll never be mine

well in the night i'm dreaming about you

in the day i find no rest

just the thought of you my darlin'

sends aching pains all through my breast

well when i'm dead and in my coffin

with my feet turned toward the sun

come and sit beside me darlin'

come and think on the way you done"

     

                          ....straight to my soul....  

somewhere between melancholy and ennui, 

grey and with no lines, 

i pick up the fragments. 

where they belong, 

and where they came,

i do not know....