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Waiting

door killea

lying here, waiting
for the sweet kiss of sleep
embrace the darkness
a surrender to the deep

bed cold as stone
silent as the grave
trembling, anxious, waiting
for the alpha wave

in the stillness
old house begins to speak
language of its own
a groan, a creak

stairs whisper your footsteps
hankering imagination
sleepless delirium
auditory hallucination

waiting, waiting
for the comforting beat
elusive slumber needs
solace of your heat

feedback van andere lezers

• klaver4
  I can feel the unease here!
  Clearly you don't need any stove on cold nights..;o)
  hankering is a new word for me that I will have to look up!
  xxx
  Dicky
  killea: thank you Dicky, will mail you later with latest.
  xxx
  j
• hettie35
  Graag gelezen,
  groetjes Hettie
  killea: thank you Hettie
  xx
  j
• manono
  Heel graag gelezen, Killea!
  
  an old house can't do without a creak.
  killea: No, it wouldn't sound right. Many thanks Christine
  xx
  j
• jan
  I hope it's a friendly ghost June;-)
  xxx
  j
  
  killea: some of my best friends are:)
  xxx
  j
• yellow
  a very nice poem, love to read it, especially the stairs and footsteps is very poetic
  x
  killea: many thanks Marc
  xxx
  j