Things that Go Bump in the Night I twist within the covers Where ghosts hover Dream of streams And moon beams. How many loves lost And at what cost? I flounder like a fish Tossed in shallow water. What is out of order? Cracks in a crust Like fault lines rust With languished tears I hear the morning call Sweet trills as if to stall The rising sun. I drift in and out And toss about The last of night Put to rest. I know I’ve done my best. Share you thoughts with Abbe at http://www.abberolnick.com and find her other writings.
