Music to Fall Asleep With

Helen Jane Long can take me to Dreamland.

Not that she bores me — quite the contrary:

Every night, she paints over my mind and

touches up dull with brightness and airy

glimpses of places I've never yet seen,

pictures of a world that needs to be true.

Through her work, she tells me she has foreseen

that not all is lost, the world can renew.

I need that in Dreamland, to not get lost

in crumbling mazes built on shifting sand.

The music guides as the border is crossed,

when Helen Jane Long takes me to Dreamland.

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

Not a Poem

This is no poem; it’s only a test.

If it were poetic, it might be the best.

Or, then again, not. You just never know:

Until I am dead, I’m not known as a pro.

In the meantime, is this printer working?

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

Written while waiting for Tech Support to get my office printer configured.