A wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you.

Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the
Mythical canopy of Dream.

You find you are chasing yourself, prodded by hazy remembrance towards Neatly-apportioned morsels of time past.

Give me leave to lay my brow, ever burdened with strain and stress,
Upon your pale, pinkish breast.
You, tenderly streaked with wisps of scarlet nimbus,
Are to my heart as a blank page is to my mind; a quiet refuge, never thinking to rebuke,
To whom I do release the torment of my falsely pained soul.
Your gentle features tempt my wandering eye,
Straightening the drifting passage of my heavy feet.
As an itinerant with sudden purpose, my steps become lighter; I urge on my weary limbs.
With such alacrity I pursue your heavenly beauty: eternally sought, for it is eternally distant.
Cut off in my ethereal chase by the limiting margent of a spiteful pond,
I espy that which you, enticing, have kindly led me to.
A pale, lovely form, alone in the company of Nature’s subjects,
With whom I believe I shall spend the final hours of the expiring day,
Noticing my gaze, stands to greet me as you withdraw under night’s comforting sheet.

Night’s cloak envelops me.
I am lowered, thought by thought, hanging
Over the dreadful, terrifying abyss.
There reside the nightmares,
Crouching in the filth and mire.
There is the unyielding horror of
Grotesque, inhuman shapes.
Morphing faces, skin like liquid, shifting,
Growing, all attacking, no escape.
Please help please help please.
I repeat my voiceless supplication.
Voices fill the air, in whom can I put my faith?
No one has truth. How did this happen?
How… how did this happen?
I’m transfixed in an endless moment,
Trapped in the simple,
Terrifying despair of life,
The infinite loop of Time.
The secret is out.
I  float above all that is,
Completing the circuit of emptiness.
Weak with knowledge, I am told to let go.
I must: where I am, pain has made its home.
But soft. There is a way, I will be whole, I cannot rest,
I feel the light, it shines over all that I have seen,
Turning monsters to shadows.
Day has come.

noblesse oblige, he tears his heart out for the green-eyed princess.

i am a caged lion on this balcony,
staring at the dark sky which gives me nothing but quiet yearning.

Jewels of the sky, you are
Blanketed by great silent clouds.
You abound in the vast open Space,
Twinkling, so inviting to my trembling
Soul.
I want to float endlessly with you
My brothers and celestial sisters.
I want to know how to reach your
Warmth, your kind light.
But here I remain, as much a part
Of you as I am a part of the Earth,
With her soft, loving looks.
What has Man done to deserve
Such a comfortable prison?
For just as I yearn to join the
Company of Stars,
I know I belong in the loamy
Expanses of my dearest Gaia.
Bless these eyes, they give me
Your light, reflected

shock.
the night air gives me a slap in the face as i meet it.
walking, running, making my way past bodies in the street.
i've come to an establishment.
this place gives me chills; i dont believe in the posters, the blaring collection of atoms showing me what could be called un partido de football.

one, two, three shots.
cold beer and a cigarette.
im on my way, weaving, bobbing.
its a boxing match with the oncoming vehicles.

im hit; the alcohol has entered my veins.
it overwhelms my senses... why shouldn't i love it all?
night sky, tell me i'm fine.
unlock your secrets; i've earned it.
haven't i?

giving you a glance... scared to move.
i'lll fall for anyone wearing floral and tights.

im gripping this bench, losing blood.
cause i cant trust gravity; what is there to trust?
this city will **** me.
each lit second takes a moment from my life.
im digusted... one more drag and never again.
it falls to the ground, burning in anger.

what a hypocrite!
my conscience screams as i reach for the lighter.

safe?
don't tease me.
the music i bring along prods me; i must go on.
i jump at every noise...
could it be my end?
such violence in the tread of your feet,
i dont trust a single move.

where's the street?
please, please, speak my language.
no. why ask?
i'll give you a bit of death... you shouldn't ask.

finally home to my love, if only you knew.

sweet, sweet, night air.

There’s  a man I know of,
On the corner of Swinton.
He walks as no man walks,
In a circular path.
On and on and on and on and
He is gone.