Night
How easily the mind will run
For new day has yet to come
To see unto minds freedom-ness
Into unconsciousness you've won.

The unforgiving silence,
An ever provoking wind,
Pulls you to remembering
Any – every – sort of time.
Maybe some of dreams
Maybe some of mares
Shone only onto midnight,
It is soon that you’ll be there.

The warmth of our mind on airs
Can bring lovers heart and heart
Can heed its constant rhythm
And let leave just like the lark -
Fly away- as night does
With dreaming time elapsed
Tis now soon, at the sun rise
Thoughtful passions, dreams unmatched

Soon be seen the break of light
Evil day - the thief it is
Will steal away its beauty
Night* – it’s you that we will miss.

Foe or friend
I chase no more
Of Cesar’s stag1
For such a pain it’s brought
Its bounds have torn
My heart to rags
Such a deceiving hart2
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It looks as if its beauty
is only undone to you
Now I just look back and see
All the deceiving you had to do
~~
With it, such trickery
A blinding ruse I could not see
“The wool pulled over my eyes”
No one more blind than me
~*~
Now stripped of that - ungodly cloak
I shall hunt again
But now - with more acknowledgment
To know -
If foe, or friend.