Staring, intently,
From my tower
I command your
Lone figure to
Appear before me;
Yet crickets and
Other of this evening’s
Musicians realize
And understand
What, at first I
Do not. They,
Therefore,
Parry my pleas
And do not
Sing the song
Of your entrance
For your appearance,
Then, would be
Mere apparition
Lacking in heart
Lacking in will
Hardly you at
All
So
From my tower,
Again,
I wait.
CU 1979
©1979 Steve Eulberg