Sometimes my poetry is with me, and sometimes it departs me. I've posted two here this morning. Alais Dark Saint Keep me in your thoughts tonight; I stare up into the face of the dark saint. The message that he whispers me Makes mind and heart to faint. Turning quick upon my heel I flee as one pursued. I leave behind his warnings And seek my solitude. Soft, warm darkness And the muting of the earth Could provide no better silence For this writer’s berth. Stopping short I see ahead; The dark saint waits there for me. Some dire message to pass on, Some prophetic vision I must see. Away from me saint, With your shadowed countenance. I know what I do; Leave me alone for just once. If a saint you be Then let’s try something fresh; And assist as I go The way of all flesh. Get thee behind me dark saint.