And I to you…And I so love the Jul And nights without sleep again, wrote poetry Drafts slowly rocked light beige tulle With a smile always hung the clock on the “tick” was annoying throbbing in her temples-always “why?” Silent moon, a Mirage crashing into rain And falling night, trying to blur chertebe to guess the lines unsaid “wait” And in the morning the tea is never in a hurry Well, except that cat murchanie jumped on a chair And only soul wandered — where there is no soul where I so love the Jul