on and eerie,dreary night,

besiged by sleeplessness and spite,

i lie awake,tossing turning,

deep inside emotions burning

restlessness still setting the tone

of eventide,again alone

for a cold night tho not a friend

i followed just the same

something familiar felt in voice

impelled me as if i had a choice

so i embarked upon this quest

for peace of mind that i may rest

without slight of fright or worry

without anxiousness or hurry

delving a forest,deep and darkened

come uncanny to the eye

humming a chant i now harkened

‘neath the peering,leering sky

the assertion almost singing,luring

in hypnotic rhyme,conjuring

pulling me further,further still

from home i found so sad,so ill

till flowing in moonlight,beaming

saw i thought to be dreaming

with all elegance of gaudy heaven

glowing gossamers gleaming in dance

alas,i counted six,then seven

silky sweet in thier entrance

a sight truly most magestic

as i noticed now more loud the voices

singing silvery rejoices

the candid cobwebs,eager to please

guided,meager me,through the trees

continuing thier fantastic fandago

come upon a circle of souls

toasting drink,basking in fires glow

and reading from old scrolls

souls i never met but knew i knew

a subtle sense of daja vu

set down to what seemed my saved place

i reckoned on each enlightened face

john keats,oscar wilde,alfred tennyson

walt whitman and lord byron

one other stood off from the bunch

obviously discontent

i wasnt sure yet had a hunch

still joined in the merriment

walt spoke first,a ghostly song

i mulled o’er a cup of ale

he doth descry thru a glittery eye

for all aghast a ghostly tale

of ship,of bird,and all of word

i looked on him eyes all agloss

as the gossamers all too averred

round his neack formed an albatross

in woe of death and life in death

and eyes cast from the dead

sipping ale,i sucked down this tale

every last word he said

at first,all while drinking

what wonder lie in this verse

twas then oscar wilde did arise

far more tranquil in words and eyes

no less severe a lesson taught

he spoke of his return home

what memory doth upspring

feeling the dart of death sting

bugles fading,moonlight dim

grim and forever fallow

will such memory lie in him