Watchers

Watchers

     It started again;      The lovely crying. 
beautifull but eerie.     She stood there Watching, 
Singing her song of lost souls.

     A message.  Unclear.  The eyes so pasionate, 
loving, but lustfull wanting to touch me, reaching 
so close yet never becoming within the realm 
of physical.  So beautifull……

     I could only stare, filled with sorrow, “I 
know you.  We lived.  We loved.  You are me, 
how?  Why?  Please come closer.”  I begged.

     The leaves rankeled as if they were angry against
the window, a low howl of the fall wind,
the lovely crying--  laughing now, distant…..
beautifull-growl.  It knew.  It waited
as it fell ever distant.  Silence.

     The candels flame went out……The Moon.
The morning brought a cold wind.  Musk.  

     Rain danced of the window.  I rose
to tighten the jam.  The reflection, the
instant second.  The lovely crying, her again,
gone.  The everlast….feeling so lost,
so helpless……..

-Tilley
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