Tonight

TONIGHTTonight the storm washed away my pain

Tonight I was absolved by the falling rain

And in this night I come upon epiphany

That I have power for all to see

Tonight I am the storm

Tonight I am breaking down your psychic walls

Tonight I am the slick hard heat between your legs

Tonight I am the passion that will bring this to its natural head

Tonight I am your mistress

Tonight I am your wanton freak

Tonight I am your every secret desire

Tonight I will have you in my cleansing fire

Tonight I am the goddess

Tonight I will have you worship abased at my feet

Tonight you will sacrifice nubile virgins because I will it so

Tonight you will always know

Tonight I am the power

Tonight I will have you deflowered

Tonight I am more than I could ever be

Tonight I am beyond free

Tonight I am your Paramour

Tonight I would have you hunger for more

Tonight I am the heat that burns inside

Tonight I will strip you down and steal your pride

Tonight I am the promise

Tonight I am the honour that I promised to keep

Tonight I am the destiny you long to meet

Tonight I am the prophesy you still long to greet

Tonight I am the devil

Tonight I come to reclaim the debt

Tonight I am the bargain that waits to be met

Tonight I will have you calling, not yet, not yet

Tonight I am Narcissus

Tonight I am effortless in my beauty

Tonight I am enamoured with this visage I behold

Tonight I will not be told

Tonight I am the darkness

Tonight I claim you back for the night

Tonight I am the vampire come to feed

Tonight I will have your immortal soul to bleed

Tonight I am the fountain

Tonight I would have you sup of me

Tonight I will take you to your personal ecstasy

Tonight I am the very air you breathe

Tonight I am the lessonTonight you will finally learn

Tonight I am the pyre in which you will burn

Tonight from me you will not turn

Tonight I am desire

Tonight I would have you strip away the liar

Tonight I am the love you caress

Tonight in my arms your heart you press

Tonight I am your everything

Tonight I am nothing at all

Tonight I am the pride before the fall

Tonight I am your siren call

Tonight the storm washed away my pain

Tonight I was absolved by the falling rain

And in this night I come upon epiphany

That I have power for all to see

Tonight I am simply…..ME

In Spain

by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried
With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames
Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride,
And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side.
My king, my country, alone for whome I live,
Of mighty love the wings for this me give.

Tree at my Window

Tree at My Window

by Robert Lee Frost

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound. But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost. That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

Sonnet XXVII

Sonnet XXVII

by William Shakespeare

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see

Save that my soul's imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

For thee and for myself no quiet find.

October

by William Cullen Bryant

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!

When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief

And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay

In the gay woods and in the golden air,

Like to a good old age released from care,

Journeying, in long serenity, away.

In such a bright, late quiet, would that

I Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks

And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,

And music of kind voices ever nigh;

And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,

Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

The Pllar Box

The Pillar Box

by Katherine Mansfield

The pillar box is fat and red,

The pillar box is high; It has the flattest sort of head

And not a nose or eye,

But just one open nigger mouth

That grins when I go by.

The pillar box is very round But hungry all the day;

Although it doesn't make a sound,

Folks know it wants to say, "Give me some letter sandwiches

To pass the time away." "A postage stamp I like to eat

Or gummy letterette." I see the people on the street,

If it is fine or wet, Give something to the greedy thing;

They never quite forget. The pillar box is quite a friend;

When Father goes away My Mother has such lots to send,

Far letters every day, And so I drop them in its mouth

When I go out to play.