Haunted Night

The night’s so dark, I feel its breath

Tingling down my neck;

The rain is sliding down my pane

And pooling on the deck.

I hear soft voices whispering

Behind each closed, locked door…

I think they’re trying to get in,

But I want out much more.

Tulips and Tears

The Vanity of the Sun

As Sol rose up to touch the sea

He lingered near the shore

He bent to see how brilliantly

He shone, and to adore

His face reflected in the sea,

Then he moved up on shore.

For as Narcissus used to be,

Sol’s vanity is lore,

And he insists that he must see

His face reflected more.

Thus even drops, small as can be,

Reflect small Sols galore.