I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
wrapt in the calm cool
insanity of sleep.
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
Wrapping all its games in its calm garden
But what happens
when the guests return
and all unmask
and you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
But still we run and laugh and play
oblivious of the arrivial of the calm cool morning
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I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes
I long for the whisper in your soft replies
A thousand voices run thick
Disdain
And my words hide
What your soul already knows
