Maying Fool Lovers gather in the night to hold and fight Against the fading of the gold of day, But I am wrapped in quiet thought and sight As through the darkened streets I make my way. I have my Lady and my friends to call Should I so wish, but mindful now I grow How each of them bears cares and griefs. And all That I can do to help them is too slow. But in this sabled night of ermines points My center comes, And like a cloak of wool With fur I draw it through me, warming joints, Flesh, sinews of the soul. I don the Fool. For now I jest and juggle, in this May, And those who laugh will go, while I shall stay. copyright E Glas Durboraw, April 29, 2002 - Chattanooga