In The Light Of Day

In the light of day, with others close,Seldom I’m composed—indeed, I play.Lazily, I may neglect to hostThe principles of most,

like: think, then sayEvery thought, from staid to grandiose,Leaves my eager throat,

escapes my brain.Only in my mind are they, at most,Odd enough to goad my laughter’s cry.I ignore restraint—a cardinal viceNext to sloth, or close—but still I sayWhat I should let stay in

mind, mouth closed,In the light of day, with others close.

In The Night’s Repose

In the night’s repose, I find my strength

Silence brings the same in all who’re close;

A full yet black echo, which I provide,

And gain peace for mind and body whole.

And finally slow my tongue’s rushed gait,

Let my thoughts delay, and simply cease.

In the night’s repose I find my strength