Faith and the Muse /

Muted Land

There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke

She gave him width instead of height
And hands too large for chivalry
A strength of body quite too great
To satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic light

She must have smiled when in that frame
Was placed a heart so delicate
That it would vibrate melody
Until her artifice produced wild rhapsody

With eyes that sought insatiably
The harmonies of life he found
But discord and a dark despair
And so the jest so well concieved turned tragedy

The spirit tired and sought release