And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
—Samuel Coleridge
And found
A black stone;
So never
Go into the woods
Alone.
Just at dusk
When the west
Is red
I saw a star fall
And felt
The dread.
In autumn
There is
A witching tree
Never go there
Except
With me.
When leaves
Are bright
And nights are cold
There are
Dark secrets
That can’t be told.
I saw a star fall
Out of the sky;
Stars still
Fall
when
I
look
in
your
eyes.