Maying FoolLovers gather in the night to hold and fight
Against the fading of the gold of day,
But I am wrapped in quiet thought and sight
As through the darkened streets I make my way.
I have my Lady and my friends to call
Should I so wish, but mindful now I grow
How each of them bears cares and griefs. And all
That I can do to help them is too slow.
But in this sabled night of ermines points
My center comes, And like a cloak of wool
With fur I draw it through me, warming joints,
Flesh, sinews of the soul. I don the Fool.
For now I jest and juggle, in this May,
And those who laugh will go, while I shall stay.
copyright E Glas Durboraw, April 29, 2002 - Chattanooga