All of My Ephemerals

Build the fire high

Let no darkness encroach

Here where every

Nook and corner

Harbours ghosts

And much as I might

Wish to speak

With most on an individual

Basis; I fear them as a group

Foolishness I know

Both to consider they

Exist at all

And to fear them if they do

But sadly, such is so

Still I waited all the night

For you last darkness

Drinking European

Hot chocolates

Sure such indulgence

Would keep me wide awake

And was rewarded

With the desired

Sleeplessness but no

Visitations

Then just as I sensed dawn

Creeping into the room

And somnolence into me

I felt your whimsy

Entering the space as well

But could not fight

Morpheus another moment

So missed you once again

And tonight there is such

A feeling of dread

A pervasiveness

That keeps me thinking

There are more wraiths

Present than I might like

Lurking, restless to be gone

Or to be mischievous

Whichever the case

I am not comfortable with it.

S.E.Ingraham©