Seeds of the Dandelion

Stranger Solace; Mistress Funk

It's a lifetime of worry,
what taints a sour lung flat with telling in vain.

Don't weep the time,
fair heart, sunk swallow in fret and doom.

Tragedy knows no stranger.
Funk is but a sullen and dank mistress.
Strapped, as it were, with times past and days done lingered.