bringing the thread back to some sort of life
In the Shadows of the Night
in the lazy hours
at still of night
as moonbeams bounce amongst the motes of dust
come things unseen.
they feed upon those dreams
as full they are of nought but love
and hope of wishful pleasures
and riches that remain untold
of sounds
and tastes
and wandering thoughts of wanton lust.
they creep through shadows
hidden well within the mask of night
amidst the corners in the gloom
and dank
to send their waving tendrils forth
to feel.
and slow to inveigle themselves
they loom to lurk
within those dizzy moods
when the pleasure bears intense
enough
to miss the hazy fingertips
of beings dark and full of impish deeds
that step with dainty toes
o'er pillows
where you lay your head
and dangle wisps
that trail
across the nakedness
that 'scapes from safety
of your bed.
as darkness pervades in each and every step
they take
they slake
their thirsts 'pon those unbridled
flights of fantasy
that flash and take their hold upon your mind
and turn those brazen thoughts to those of
mares that
once unleashed
do ride
headlong through the wildernesses
of the night.
and charged they did
and took control of inner sights.
so changed those less than sav'ry beasts
that now patrol upon your night
and fight your feeble
'tempts to steer a way
back to where the awe comes through
among lonely sandy shores
where the lap of ocean waves
caress and drench
upon thine skin
entwined be you and your's
a cooling balm
to heatened flesh.
then switch at sudden jolt
abashed at nakedness you find
a test you forgot was due
that task you left undone
or could not do
for all the hours of work you paid.
and then in strolled
the leering clown that scarred
your younger years
and drove the knife so plainly
through your tears
awakened fears you thought
well locked
away.
you tossed and turned
a silent scream within
a sexy purr
at lost control.
you woke
to bleary eyes
that
stuck with tears and sleepy dust
alarum rang a welcome call
the visions banished
but for a while
a dream?
a mare of night ?
you looked around as call rang on.
the visits of the night were clear
a fight 'tween cats, had spilled a drink.
your dreamful writhings, your sheets in knots.
on exposed arm and leg,
a web from spiders cased a pair of fingers
another on your toes
and one from eyelash to ear.
that clock, you knew the face was strange.
that new Marc poster on the wall, of horses.
you turned your head
and looked across
the lonely 'spanse of bed
but close at hand
on pillow bare;
a daddy-long-legs lay
but torn to shreds,
and cheeky mouse was sat
cleaning whiskers
by your nose !
9 Oct 2010