Music of the Night:
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
(Helpless to resist the notes I write)
(For I compose the music of the night)
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it’s splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you’ll live as you’ve never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
The Pony Girl
Responsibility is my harness.
Ambition and my fear of silence
Fasten it about me.
I wear a life that fits more tightly
Than any whalebone corset.
Each muscle within me
Is in bondage to
My schedule and my plans.
I ride my body until
It screams in protest
Against the tension imposed
By the speed at which I travel.
My destination is a mirage,
My ears flicked back
To keep out praise.
Make palpable what I carry
Embedded in my spirit.
I can be silent with
A bit between my teeth.
Put me through my paces,
Keep me in check with
Your hands and your thighs.
Given one task only,
To keep my eyes on
The toe of your boot,
I discover a world
Simple enough to make sense,
]simple enough to live in.
Your demands are cruel,
But you are easier to please
Than the voracious maw
Of the future.
Under the spur of
I do not need a name
And if my head is held hight
By a tight rein,
I no longer need my pride.
I am free to do
Whatever you like.