by the light of the moon,
warm breath and hum
falls gently upon my shoulder.
An awakening-
from images
that frighten-
a looming disaster
with ghosts from
the past.
Only in disguise
do images haunt,
disasters I can handle
in calmness.
Dragging up
I hear distant music
that lulls yet entices.
Pen to page in wonder,
what words now seek
nightly expression?
I'm stationed at a
darkened sanctuary,
waiting, tired and hungry.
Let this terror
be known, or
lull me and let me sleep.
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