Sojourn--Quatrain Refrain
A candle quivers on the sill,
inviting all who happen by.
Although so many pass at will,
the doorknob still has not been tried.
At dusk, the hearth is kindled bright,
a pot of coffee freshly filled,
and biscuits baked. Her wick ignites;
a candle quivers on the sill.
She sits and stares, as shadows dance
into the black of midnight sky,
in hopes her flicker will entrance;
inviting all who happen by.
The winter's wind has been no friend
to Maiden Mae who's fallen ill.
She waits alone till evening's end,
although so many pass at will.
Tonight, not dreams of love's embrace,
her breathless body calm; Mae died.
No candle burns, no hearth, no grace...
the doorknob still has not been tried.