Is tonight another night
I like to label restless
Will it be filled with dreams
Or thoughts of things unseen

In the dark I stare at nothing
Yet something's staring back
its the night where my nightmares live
And hauntings of things I lack.

Darling, look at me,
Through this night that we can defeat
We'll march proudly and come to be
We'll see who boils under heat.

When the sun decides to wake
Darling, I will be there
When the sun comes up
I'll always be here.

I have written you one
hundred and eighty
one poems about stars
and blackberries fat
as thumbs, and your
hands and sweet
plums, because that's
what I do:
word play, cabaret –
but if these are just myths
I perpetuate because I'm
a perpetual liar, believe me
                                            anyway.

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.