Ghosts

• Jack Elphinstone
• Poetry
• 2010

Dead in the night
They whisper to me
Out of your sight, they
Cut open endless dreams

They whisper to me
They know me
They shear open my endless dreams
And see me as I am

They know me
They watch this eternal chaos
They see me as I am
Endlessly and profoundly profane

They watch this eternal chaos
They play with the ethereal
Endless, profound
No sounds are made

They play with the ethereal
Cold, clear
No sound is made
While they discard fear

Cold, clear
Dead in the night
While they discard fear
They are out of dear sight