Quiet Now Poem by Kevin Maroney

Sick and silent, quiet now,
Visiting patron, hoarse cow,
Muse my music, something do,
But what each day, ever few,

Rushing through the current rapid,
Each day, feeling oh so vapid,
Stranger still the irksome melody,
Such bright lights, not so well of me,

I think, I want, I grasp at stars,
Here from my parked car,
A ship launched to the heavens,
But I've no fuel, nothing to leaven,

I see, I dream, I want the moon,
Yet deep below, sick, silent, quiet boon.