halloween poem

when you come tonight
will you glimmer on the sea?
if i should die, think only this of me
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
in and of itself
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
musing, between the sunset and the dark
what do i owe to you
noises that strive to tear
through the broad earth's aching breast
are you alive?
roses and gold
gingham dog and the calico cat