the mocking bird blues

loves light fades 
into sorrow 
as the dawn awaites 
for the morrow 
be still my heart 
should I awaken 
for my life"s will 
has been forsaken 
bequeath me not 
your words of wisdom 
for I care not 
to quarrel with them 
leave me still 
within my sadness 
to paint life's blue 
upon her canvas