alone in my dormitory where each night my pillow cuddles my ears easing the crown off my head I can see out the porthole window that it drizzles outside after days of tedious rain what I can't see is the sparrows perched above my window commissioned to watch for me stationed there by angels as little messengers to bring notice to the heavens that I'm lonely, that my heart longs for the beloved the distance cannot be helped for in far-off kingdoms our abodes we must make whilst argentine Selene spins and though wire and airwaves his semblance and intonation each evening to me bear 'tis touch my bosom longs for and thus in mad flutter wings and feathers climb celestial heights the urgency of their gossip a cherub's ears to reach that he may rush to my side and gentle whispers utter consolations the time draws nigh when next hand in hand we shall anew stroll together [14-X-24]