ElfDreamer

My knees and palms soiled with thick mud My elbows quiver and dark red drops merge with the watery ground under my bowed head I saw you by the lake as you shed your coarse shell I came behind you and we unraveled spinning closer I became the night and you the moon The night enveloping the moon by the lake I see you, standing above me

 Ode to Doubt No thought, no restraint, no spirit of this ogre lot. Doubt! Keep me dreaming still! Overtake this stubborn world and plunge Into the warmth of reservation: It is the voice of the lover's careful step, Around his feet the flowers bloom. The brutish fellow tramples flowers, As he determined marches with his sour Unrelenting features, and gives not love its grace. Doubt! Color his lips and make him tremble! There is no worse than to muscle from point to point In taught straight lines. Let the rope loose! Sooner the doubtless will from their nooses hang. Think twice in your endeavors! And in blissful confusion, Let