I lie here in this downy nest
created by my real true love
For her soft and warm
are forms of art
as shades of blue
were soft and warm
for Van Gogh
in his starry night
My starry night is gone
The dark day shivers
as it waits for me
I think how sweet all day the
day
if I could simply stay
in this nest of warm and soft
Then I recall
that this shall one day be
With gladness
for the morning cold
I arise
John Robert McFarland
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