"Solitaire" Tonight is cold. I am alone. Fog fills the distance. The icy water beckons. Should I go? What darkness lies Between the seas And skies? What shadows hide And pull beneath The waves? They beckon... Shall I go? The murk furls and curls - envelops me. The damp is dank. The chill is wet (but welcome). I hear my name. Obscurity obliges, And I am called To the water's wet edges, Where the depths are dim as dusk. I must go. I cannot interfere. I am summoned, And I must commit To the end of fear - To the end of now And here. I am concealed. My breath is raw. The cold has overtaken.