Sherlockian

Look through the glass and tell me what you see.
A speck of dirt or something beneath?
Walk tall or even if you walk short,
Clear eyes aren't something you will always see.
Come child don't be afraid of this life,
Since what is hidden doesn't always deceive.

The three sentinels

Four hours past the midnight gong,
Awake even after having been without sleep for more than a day,
Us three sentinels of our minds stand guard.
We gaze upon a lone branch of a tree,
Visible to us outside our gate of freedom.
This branch gives rise to smaller branches,
Arising from which are leaves appearing dark against a twilight sky.
One of us carries a smoking device
While the other two hold goblets
Containing potions of a high spirited kind.
All three are gazing at the branch,
With the sunlight dancing over it,
Highlighting at times the undersides of the dark branch
And at other times the green of new leaflets.

Each sees a different story in the lone sight they are allowed
While they sip their poison and listen to notes played
In the distance to form sweet music.

Many a year ago, here they stood to gaze upon this branch, these free men.
Many a year later they will come again to gaze upon this lone branch
Which when will have a thicker form, newer leaves through many autumns and springs
And, perhaps, some flower or fruit.

For it, to all of us, all the best.

When I sea you at night

I can still see you even though the sun has gone to sleep.
Not in your entirety, but I can see you,
Stealing glances at you through these sun-like man-made lights.
You are coming towards this land,
Crashing into, forming and deforming these mousy rocks.
I see you, challenging two of my race,
Lovers maybe, holding onto each other,
The audacity with which they stand up to you.
Oh dear, when will you see that I stand right behind them
Waiting for you to swallow me?
These rocks, dark and grey, obstruct me.
Turn them to sand for me, won't you, love?
Let me join you, for once!
I'm tired of being the admirer, writing songs,
Like a crazed minstrel dreaming of union submergence!
No, wait! It has dawned on me
What damage your nature and strength can do!
You come galloping, like an army of a thousand worthy knights,
Crushing everything in your sight.
What if, with this wish, I wipe out mankind
And all it's efforts?
My race is, after all, what brought me to you.
I will return sad tonight, my sweet sea monster.
I will come back another day,
What shall be the day we discuss this union again.