Nightshade

Some things merge
and everchange,
perceive, deceive, and
rearrange..all that ever was,
or is likely somehow
to be.

Somewhere
from within the well,
bubbling baroque voices
giggle,
conspire to tempt the lonely wanderer
down, deeper down.

Dreary half-dead street dogs bark;
long forgotten, never cared for,
yet too basic to be lonely.
Beside a silver pool
they take the moon for a mirror.

Distant daylight dreams appear;
dispersing thoughts of yesterday
and casting off shreds of darkness
left behind by another smiling night.