Lehua: Fly By Night
On wings spun of silver threads
I drift above my safe old bed
Delighting in the creaks of my old house
I creep along and follow Mr. Mouse
Down the hole, set in the wall
I drift along his grand old halls
And come at last to the heart of our home
And thus is how at night I roam.

Wasabe: Pry I Might
With eyes of silver glim
Floating above dismal whim
Sounding stresses on the truss
Following onward friendly Gus
Falling fitfully into sleep
Dragging palms, sweaty feet
Into the centered luscious spine
Bone in shadows, how I dine

Fantasm placed...
on vice and grin...
Squeezing marrow...
From within.