Before the darkness falls

I wander aimlessly

Down the minds

Bent and twisted halls.

Searching for relief from the

Long nights of shallow cries.

Tormented by echo’s of

whispering pines, and

assailed to harms end by

the black silhouette of an eagle

before it dies.

Oh curse this vivid dreaming,

that leaves me on the morning wind,

shaking, sobbing, and screaming.

Take back from me this ghastly thing,

that steals into my sleep and pilfers my peace.

Loosen now the images from my mind

and render to me the sublime.

Remove from me

The shallow cries,

the whispering pines,

the black silhouette of the eagle

Before it dies

harness in this dream that binds

and

 lays waste

                         To the fallen darkness of my mind.

                             J. Allen Wilson © 2003