Macabre Dreams

Nightfall slowly closes in

The shadows start to move

Enveloped in a chilling dim

Their reality to prove

The darkness covers all around

And vision fades to gray

The heat is drawn from hallowed ground

And the noises come to play

A voice? Then no

A creek in the wind

I swear it said GO!

In the dirt my feet are pinned

An apparition in the woods?

Or mist from a nearby bog?

LOOK there are marks where it once stood!

Left by a falling log?

Now the world is turning

Colors smear and fade

All around me is burning

I cower to evade

Falling I’m falling

With no touch down in sight

Now my psyche is calling

“Cling to me, Take flight”

Soaring, am I free from it?

I scan o’er all I see

Then dive into my brainpan

And to the daylight flee

                                                                           Paul Clark

                                                                           9/11/10