Nocturne Eternal

Lay darkly, silently

Ponder not the jagged edge

Turn softly those thoughts against

The way that haunts

Untangle those long bleak nights

Nights of amaranthine naught

Be not sedate of vigilance

In thy pensive thoughts

Embrace the howling wind

It covers the cries

Seek not light to dash out the dark

For there do shadows drown

Fear not the creatures of the night

Become the eyes of the mouse

Divine the ears of the bat

Assume the valor of the owl

Embrace the night, caress the earth

Wake not in fear

But lay forever entwined

With sweet nocturne eternal

Regret

The stark,    stark,    voice of regret

                Cold and fierce the sweat

                      Of stark,  stark regret

            How sad,     to be lying here

              Full of stark,    stark regret

       I had my reasons.    Oh you bet!

         But none,   so strong as regret

          Once I felt warm and sublime

                        I saw not,    my duet

Now,  from where I lay,   out of time 

                  And, in such clear reflect

                  Of my stark, stark regret

          Except,

                                The stage is set

                 So this, is how I will look

              When, they come in to see

           My regret, has run out of me

When Life Seems Impossible

                                                               

 When life seems impossible              

   No one cares if you live or die…   

      Change your hair, show up early 

            Put out that extra effort,  sigh a lot

                 Dress to the nines and carry a flamboyant book       

   Make a fancy lunch, eat it lavishly     

                      Sit close to the action sipping expensive water

         When they call on you ignore them

           Tell them you are working on more important things

            While studying offers from their competitors

       When they come to escort you out

         Speak clearly into your lapel

           Asking,  “did the cameras get all that?”

             Done properly                              

                  This should get you at least        

 

         Two weeks room and board at state expense.

Death's Transfiguration

Centuries lain in twilight satin
Soon the dawn shall bring repose
Casting forth a life now laden
Drowning with his sin of woes.

Hers was oft the voice of laughter
Hands so soft, and love devout
Shining bright the two incisor
Wounds upon her lilting throat.

His was drawn into her shadow
Hovered with her every motion
So consumed, his joy did canto
Ceased her heart's demure devotion.

Never glancing, ever seeing
Eyes of dark, unholy grace
Pulse of cold, her crimson streaming
Comingles with his earthly trace.

Aimlessly his vast despair
Cursed in every breath he breathes

Life defying, past revolting
Daylight shafts, at last, shall tear.

Finally, her eyes reopen
Like chrysalis in warming air
Celebrates how love shall render
As butterflies, to kill despair.