From the Balcony
from Travelogue: Paris

Grind the coffee

Time to wake her
Train is leaving
In an hour

Read the passport
Towns and numbers
Don't get trapped in
Your adventure

Drop it from the balcony
You have her
Wake her
Take her
Back to dreams.
 
 
"To the Genius of His House"
by Robert Herrick

Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence
Into this house pour down thy influence,
That through each room a golden pipe may run
Of living water by thy benizon.
Fulfil that larders, and with strengthening bread
Be evermore these bins replenishéd.
Next, like a Bishop consecrate my ground,
That lucky Fairies here may dance their round;
And after that lay down some silver pence,
That master's charge and care to recompence.
Charm then the chambers; make the beds for ease
More than for peevish pining sicknesses.
Fix the foundations fast, and let the roof
Grow old with time, but keep them weather-proof.

 
Excerpt from "To Daisies, Not to Shut So Soon"
By Robert Herrick

Shut not so soon. The dull-eyed night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure on the light
Or to seal up the sun.