Things That Wake You In The Night (From The Fabrication Of Your Dreams)

You hear the floor boards creak,

It makes your heart race and your knees weak.

You lay in bed not wanting to investigate,

When you hear another noise that you hate.

You never did find out where it comes from,

The dreaded drip…drip…drip and it makes you numb.

I’m so very tired, my eyes want to close,

But I don’t dare, I don’t want to doze.

Maybe for just a minute I will rest,

Not wanting to sleep, my eyes protest.

The next thing I know, the sunlight

Awakens me with a fright.

Jumping out of bed, putting slippers on my feet,

Grab a robe from the door, stub my toe on the love seat.

Once out in the hall, I walk to the stairs that go to the attic,

My breath starts to quicken and I start to panic.

At one time, I used to play up there,

Now I’m older when out of the blue it scares me, its so unfair.

For the first time the noise starts during the day,

Drip…drip…drip. I’ve had it and rush through the doorway.

When who do I see at the top of the stairs but        Morgan le Fay.

She was the stuff that dreams are made of.

I had been reading about King Arthur, Avalon and his true love.

The drip…drip…drip…was coming from the Lady of the Lake,

As she collected her offerings she made them all quake.

She gave Arthur his sword Excalibur at the urging of Merlin,

Now I understood the noises I heard and I was certain.

It was the imagination that comes from reading a good tale

With a touch of magic from Merlin and from me an exhale.

Batty

Day 17

Batty

The fluttering sound of their wings

Go by in the night with other things

Diving after their dinner

Catching a tasty morsel is a winner

Bats only come out at night

And they dance in a gossamer flight

Their wings are light but strong

Sometimes their night flights are long

The bat swoops down to catch its meal

And in turn it makes you squeal

It comes so near

Do you want to hear

Listen.

Bat Sounds

 

 

Retrograde

Day 9

Retrograde

It brings me closer than I thought it might

Been feeling strange and not like myself now

These retrogrades moving at speed of light

Bowling me over like it was a plow

Not letting me move with usual grace

Just hoping I don’t lose my faith and trust

Wishing for room a bit of breathing-space

There are some things I’ll have to readjust

And maybe use a little Angel dust

Stocking Island

Day 5

 

Just a short hop by boat from the island of Great Exuma

There is an island set in crystal blue water

I remember playing with the starfish

Finding giant conch shells that were

discarded by their owners for bigger homes

Walking through the jungle paths

Up a hill to the salt beacon that

Years ago used to be lit whenever the islanders

Had salt to sell to passing ships

The view was magnificent

I will always remember that view