Again they both are calling
  to a tune of nightingale
Despite how much I chase the sun
  I still so crave the pale
Moonlight, stars and choruses
  that serenaded my first love
Then cast the shadows of my doubt
  upon a different kind of dove
Now buried in the depths am I
  and locked within a tomb
These melodies are faint at best
  neither dispels the gloom
Yet still they resonate throughout
  my clipped-wing chamber halls
And echo through my corridors
  and repaint all my walls
With colors of assurance
  that these cages have no ceiling
Even if I'm still unsure
  which song is more appealing

Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"

Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again

Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"

Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives

                                    By Phil Roberts

I'll remember you in new ways
like the creatures of the night
remember daylight
the way old oak branches
reach for the sky
growing a home within themselves
growing from nothing at all
in pending loneliness
many moons ago
a nocturnal acquaintance
formed his own memory
a mere shadow in disguise
the ghost of
tomorrow's sun