Whispered Wanderings

after Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Raven”

Darkness there and nothing more
awaits my keeping, for in my sleeping,
dreams refuse to come ashore.

Dreams that used to leave me weeping
I now abhor, where once before,
I welcomed all without peacekeeping.

I wonder when I closed that door?
I miss the reaping, from psyche sweeping:
for surely, somewhere, there must be more!

And watching, hope to catch them creeping;
to end this war, I must implore
they return to me for my safe-keeping.

klm
5/23/24

Oops. I can’t stop. LOL