Saturday 30 December 2017

PRETTY GHOST

There's a poem in the night
Alive beyond my comprehension
Wishing I would pay attention
And carry it into the light

There's a whisper in the dark
Hiding just beyond my muffled hearing
And it fades as dawn is nearing
Before my pen has made its mark

There's a spark of life out there
Look at how that lost soul glistens
Crying out to he who listens
Let her lay the meaning bare

But there's danger in that glow
That strange power can be scary
And it's far safer if I bury
My head in things I know.

Yet I fear the dawn the most
When that spark begins abating
And my weary ear sits waiting
For dictation from a ghost

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