Narcissus
The eyes of my lady,
sweet pools of Narcissus,
reflect back ideas
I see in my mind,
entrap and enchant me
with love of myself,
whom I see in-shimmering
the eyes of my lady.
Half Asleep in a Thunderstorm
I lie in bed at night,
a fan above my head;
my mind whirls round and round.
I dream that I am dead.
Darkness all around me
is a blanket on the brain,
my heartbeat in my ears
is the pounding of the rain,
and I watch the world go by,
mere leaves upon the gale,
visions of lost time
untallied by a tale.
Darkness thunders softly
as I drift here in my bed,
half in the world and of it,
half out of it and dead.
