The Poet Of The Lyric Voice Poem by Daniel Brick

Interlude

sorrows

me

Nighttime is A Homecoming - A Sonnet

children, vexed intimate relations, and infected

The ice lake we stand on

If you wonder,

stay with me? Then let us share

for my family and my kingdom. I want to sit

to grow our meager living. Compared to the Solar Glory
of the Olympians, we live a nocturnal existence.
Let the Moon shine its dark glory into our lives,
and they will shine with the deepest glow of Darkness.

you and me. Where we find these ancient

I hear a low hum of music nearby.

that place from which Lord Odysseus fled in fear. We feel

The Right Moment