Dreams

Calling forth the strength to fight your demons

There's a rattling at my window,

There's a creeking in my floor,

The doorknob starts to jiggle,

There's a shadow 'neath the door.

My dreams, it seems, are stirring,

Those broken long ago.

To weaken  and  collapse  my breath,

To collect their broken soul.

I hear their whistling whispers,

The  music they devise,

And grabbing hold of long ago

They dance amidst  my cries.

I rise, awake, my eyes ablaze,

I swirl with fire and flame,

I'll not play their game this night.

Resolute, I call out  my name.

Consumed , their smoke and ashes drift

Aloft, through Holy night .

I now remember who I am

And hug that memory tight.

My windows are for gazing toward

The promise of the light,

Not for boarding out life's stormy past

Nor hiding from the fight.

- J. Spahr

2013