Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Curse

The song that keeps me from my sleep
Is rife with lurking shadows, deep.
The voice that hums inside my head
Does well to keep me from my bed.
Unto my soul a curse was laid,
And though I've cried, and laughed, and prayed
My heart does pound, my sweat does pour,
And through the night, I rest no more.
The dreams I see when I'm awake
Would make poor Orpheus' heart break.
The marble smooth, the gentle strands
Do mock and taunt my writhing hands.
True, I could sleep if didn't I see
Two vibrant stars that love to haunt me,
Burning bright, yes burning through
My mind.  The ghosts I see are true.