Trust to a Hundred

Is it ever wrong to ask
Reveal you face. Unmask.
What an undaunted task
Lax

Untie yourself.
Unguard your walls.
Unarm completely.
Surrender!

Open up.
lay
     it
        down.
Give it ALL.
Or pay the price.

Trust
Should it really be a hundred
Will it rust
When truth you let, unhaunted.

The Last One to Say Good Night

When the night is deep
You are nothing but tired and restless.
Conversations are good;
It peaks then it fades.
As the night dives deeper
It all cuts short.

S i l e n c e.

Nothing but two lines
Connecting different places.
Connecting two lives.
Two souls.
Both are tired and restless.
Silence remains.
Constant.
But something is unbalanced.
It peaks then it halts.
One wide awake.
One shut good night.

Good night then.