The Squeakless StairThe Squeakless StairThe Squeakless Stair
Once upon a midnight clear, A sound I heard with sleepful ear, And bolt upright, I sat myself. What could this sound be to foretell?
Again a sound from down the stairs, I crept and crawled to where I stared. And saw below, with watchful eye, That which I had come to spy.
Someone dressed in red and white, With a great, long beard, and eyes so bright; A velvet sack thrown o'er his back, And in the snow there'd be reindeer tracks.
The great, tall man did turn my way, A smile upon his mouth did play. And I, fo
Sweet, Sweet DarknessSweet, Sweet DarknessSweet, Sweet Darkness
Night;
Sweet, sweet darkness. No harsh light To seer my tender eyes. Short-lived, and mourned For morning comes too soon, And night is adorned With sweet, sweet darkness. Light undresses night, And harsh is the effect. No hope for my sight, My eyes burn. Nothing lost Inside my head; There is no cost For my companions. Dancing, spinning, high On life and dreams; They tinker with the sky Making pretty, azure things From nothings in my mind. The characters of stories Poems, and id
| Just another poet scribbling out some lines here and there. |
