Killing-me-Loverly

Sometimes I imagine That when Debussy penned this movement, He hesitated with the title. "Clair de Lune"…moonlight. Perhaps he didn't have the courage To add an "E" to the end of her name, Immortalizing her in music. The gentle chords pouring From his piano describing The peace with which she slept. "Claire of the Moon." She was the embodiment of dreams. Indeed, with her hair spread out In messy ringlets across the pillow, The pale, spring-time glow Of the moon hanging heavy In the April sky Gently casting its cool light Through the half-open window, Onto her faintly blushing cheek. She looked ethereal, Like a