Be it a summer night, I still feel cold <br />The toil to sleep has now grown old <br />Everyone up there is now asleep <br />When the deathly darkness goes deep <br />To every aching heart and bone <br />To every desperate soul alone <br />Wondering why not leaveth tonight <br />Then I wont have to face the cruel light <br /> <br />But as the fan blew the curtains waved <br />My eyes though to darkness slaved <br />Could make out the shadows grow long <br />Could hear the curtain's song <br />The sound of many singing souls <br />A tune from the curtain poles <br /> <br />Then the screens reached beyond me <br />I turned around, and my room i couldn't see <br />Instead I saw the light of the moon <br />Instead I heard the curtain's tune <br />I knew I was lost in the midnight folds <br />Sheltered from the draught of cold <br />Just like all the singing souls <br />Who play the tune on the curtain poles <br /> <br /> <br />Then I feel an anonymous force <br />Drag me out of no remorse <br />The curtains waved desperately <br />I implored to not forsake me me <br />But the fan blew on, and the curtains waved <br /> <br />My eyes though to darkness slaved <br />Could make out the shadows grow long <br />Could hear the curtain's song <br />Could feel my fingers go numb <br />Could feel to cold I'd succumb <br />I knew my blood would freeze soon <br />And I'd be dead along with the moon<br /><br />Maggie Jacob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isomniac-hallucinations/
