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.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | March 1, 2010 - 16:00
Much written here, Val in relatively few words, and much more, I suspect, between the lines.
A beautiful poem.
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | March 1, 2010 - 16:54
I agree with Tina! You say so much in these beautifully crafted three stanzas ;) Well done!
Magic xxx
jennifer | March 1, 2010 - 20:13
You do not need to commas after 'dreams' in the first stanza and 'ahead' in the third - they interfere with the sense. Other than that, some superb imagery, especially struck by the first stanza.
Hope you're ok,
J x
Nathan Bednarek | March 4, 2010 - 18:53
I love the tone in this poem. Another wonderful poem, Val, well done.
Nathan.