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©
