Friday, April 17, 2009

A Haunting

Tossed on waves 
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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