I've been sleeping pretty well. No bright lights, No private hell. I've been falling, gently down. No harsh blights, No secret sound. In the dark, I hear no calls, No shocking wails; No empty halls. I slumber soundly until the songs Wake me with their siren sound. And gently, in their raspy tenor, I have lost what I had found. I am in love With a dark and sharp Ring: The clang and scritch Of glass and nails Scraping slowly Along the vestibules Of my once forgotten Smile. So Say “Hello,” And Stay A While.