On strike of midnight, then goodbye <br />as shadows thicken what's hidden- <br />bends willow weeping, sobbing 'why? ' <br />On strike of midnight, then goodbye, <br /> and pin these lungs, brief butterfly <br />that sailed in breeze of oxygen. <br />On strike of midnight then goodbye. <br />as shadows thicken... what's hidden?<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triolet-at-midnight/
