Like Little Mice Inside a Farmhouse Wall

Like Little Mice Inside a Farmhouse Wall

Like little mice inside a farmhouse wall

My thoughts of you go scurrying about,

Now here, now there, now bold, now shy, now all

--Instant alarm! -- so quickly put to rout.

Why do my thoughts go round and round?

Are you so difficult, so hard to please?

Ah no! A kinder soul could not be found.

It’s not your manner causing my unease.

Is it a lack of steadfastness in love?

Are you inclined to smile a bit at others?

Ah no! Your kind affection can’t be moved.

It’s not a jealous heart that’s hurting then.

My sole regret is time’s declining store

Of days – too few – too few – to love you more.

May 30, 1994

Austin, Texas