Dieu et moi faisons de la musique…

Unexpected Lane

 

Oh this is the blah

The bland

The oddity

Of breaking in new

Unknown

Identity

 

I’ll dawn my coat

I’ll bear my scarf

To search out the new;

Familiar

Departs

 

Wondering at the scene–

The fog

The shapes–

The abstract will greet me

My knees

They’ll quake

 

I won’t have a Narnia

No childhood of play

No, the monsters that linger

Rob me of day

 

Nothing of horror

No nightmares

Nor dreams

Just the quaint terrors

Adult fears

Flood my lane

 

The easily conquered

soon morph with the tide

I’ll cry out to Love

For His deep and His wide

 

The white lane goes on

In quiet

Unsaid

And I awake each morning

And each night, go to bed.