The streets that lie along the shore
Are quiet now, before the dark;
But soon, the menace will arrive...
(All paths deserted in the park.)
...
I lift
my eyes against
the dark; a sequin winks...
sewn tight against the fabric
...
I've pondered oft the makeup of this one...
Swept free of mortal bonds and ev'ry ill;
To me, his emanation has become
More flawless than an artist could fulfill.
...