Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

  Why didn't you come home last night? I told you, I slept at the dorm. Too much to study. Who else was there? Just M and A. Okay, do you need coffee? I'll make it myself. I need a joint first. You go back to sleep. I tried going back to sleep, but once I wake up, I can rarely settle down again. I drifted in and out of dreams. When I opened my eyes, the room was still dark. The green curtains kept the light out. Someone was standing near the bed. This time I didn't scream. I just held my breath. He was as tall as the bed with red flaming hair and a red beard. His eyes were menacing flame orange and he just stood there watching me. Ron, Ron, come fast. Please come fast. Right now! He opened the door, disheveled, spelling of fresh weed. What is it? It's the goblin again. He's here, next to my bed. There is no goblin, how many times do I tell you? The goblin pulled at Ron's shadow, only Ron couldn't see him. He's going to take you away from me. Please, kill

Tonight I can write the saddest lines, But I won't. The churn in the heart Isn't the prophesy of loss. Nothing's ever lost, between The arms that never held Anything but discontent Or longing; nothing's ever lost In the fallacy of ignorance And shame; in knowing That there is a bridge that Ties the water to the land. Some flow to reach the land, Others stand still and watch the  Ripples emerge and disappear. Nothing's ever lost in tearing your heart Open only to see you were never alone. Even the cold snow must fall somewhere, Harsh stone or warm hands. Tonight I can write the saddest lines, But I won't.