Beyond the witching hour,
thoughts lengthen tonight,
as they join the wind
The trees sway with springs first buds
darkness is heavy here
this side of the earth
I wonder about the spirits
pressing hard against the night
fingers grasping at the veil
their shouts but a whisper
just beyond the hearing
I listen
as my lover sleeps on
F.E. Feeley Jr
This is an older poem
3-22-2015
edited by C. Atmar