In silver light, their masks delight, they hide behind their veil. 

They spin such lucid tales, of lust they do avail. 

They compliment and flirt and fly to sow the seeds of desire, 

but quickly do their long spun tales drift unto the mire. 

So happy thoughts and caution taught, I explore this world of theirs. 

I now know how to hold it back, my inner-self not shared. 

But keep these imps at distance, and keep behind the line;

and we will see if love does hold given nothing more than time.

~.~

The Shallow Man

The shallow man he stands side on, 

he disappears and then he's gone. 

His false facade and gentle lies, 

come to me as no surprise. 

His thin veneer is so see through, 

his awkward smile is one I knew. 

He thinks the web he spins does shine 

and all the time we know he's lying. 

With painted spots and silver stripes 

he tries to dazzle with delight. 

But comes the morn' and golden sun, 

his lies, his tales, 

they come undone.