Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Who is John after dark?

I am the misshapen shadows in your room
The warm breeze whispering in your exposed ear

Filling your unconsciously susceptible mind

With abstract dreams and surreal nightmares

Fleeting images so vivid, mixed emotions so intense
That the shadows dare to become corporeal
Until you wake from your slumber with a lingering gasp
Palpable heart beating a million different directions
In the forgiving human illusion of daytime safety
Your protective sheet drenched with pleasure or fear
But only I know for certain from which you suffer

                   Monday, May 26, 2014
                        John L. Harmon

1 comment:

  1. I just read it aloud. It is even better than the written words...