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Ghosts (from Creed to Kai)
by Kris Dotto
When I look at you I see the ghosts
Rising from the bones of my old memories:
Shattered fragments, blood upon the pavement,
Fire lapping frozen bricks and iron.
Your eyes conjure shadows into nightmares
That reach to drag me back down in the dark.
Your gaze sends me hiding from the monsters,
Crouching in the cobwebbed corners
Of my mind.
The nights are soft and quiet--yes, and warm;
When the wind's voice comes through the trees
It sings of changing seasons, coming storms.
It brings the scent of rain and growing grass.
The splintered crash of glass no longer wakes me.
I wake wrapped in cotton, not with steel to my
throat.
It seemed as if that time was just a dream,
Imagined under a gibbous moon and mist.
This was true, this was reality.
You were a welcome guest in my new world.
Then I looked at you and saw the ghosts.
About
the Poet:
Kris Dotto is a Storm fan and fan fic author. You can reach her at kdotto@yahoo.com. |
