Nocturnal Demons

July 18, 2011

I could not hear the mockingbird

Singing of the day's delight,

So strong the dream that held me close

Wrapped in darkest folds of night,

We lived together but apart

And few the words of kindness said,

Why does she come, this soul I love

Appearing from the realms of dead

With ash the only memory

Spread beneath a sacred tree.

It is not she, of that I'm sure,

This angel of divinity,

The one thing in my life so pure

Who kept me on the upward path

When I would walk unconsciously

Through life and love without a thought

Arriving where I should not be.

Now in y dreams she seems so cold

Detached fro all the warmth I knew,

The gentle word, the caring touch

With love-filled eyes, a heart that few

In this harsh world could ever know,

Cam her spirit midst the pace

Of unrelenting time and fate,

Why know this being with her face

To trouble me, spewing hate,

As I awake to the truth of day

And all nocturnal demons slay.