In Sleep

I haunt you
in the watches of the night
befuddle, bemuse, betray
your mind, clouded
with sleep.

I hold up a mirror
to your dark interior,
provide a spark
to light your day self.

I am a dream.

September 27, 2009
Anne Westlund

Poetry by Anne Westlund The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-12 at 01:50

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