Spectres taunt, on the cusp of wakefulness,
dreams haunt me with their sweetness.
Their essence stays inside my head, all day.
And from the corner of my eye, I see them,
waving, teasing, making me want more,
yet when I turn to look they disappear.
I’ll not heed them, peer instead straight ahead
while on the periphery, their presence
comforts me, knowing they’re waiting to light
my way, safely on this momentous day.