Darkness descends and turns
the mind to furtive thoughts
and shivery fingers seem to
scale the spine

Strange sounds cause unease
when they can't be detected
stealth  whispers flood the
imagination

When loves sweet aura is gone
the heart is a lonely hunter,and
the bedroom an empty space
for dreams

To conjure up all sorts of ghosts
past present and future, that
parade through your haven of
unrest

Until he is back with you  again
and loves permeation  spreads its
heady essence throughout the room
to overcome all unwanted hauntings

etw-2006