Sweet Sleep
Ghosts are there
Hovering in the mist.
Watching, waiting, taunting
Chanting their arrival.
The orchastra starts,
Slow, tantilizing, tragic.
Beat by beat
Loving, caressing, becoming.
Swaying, persuading, provokingly
The tempo intensifies.
Shadows deepen
The longing begins.
Crashing, crushing, smothering
A hot burning... Read more
