Phantoms of the Day

being in the depth of
winter
where the days are
short
and the nights are
long
still I stay up
late
still I stay up
late

when I slide into
bed
in the depth of
night
the phantoms of
day
seem to have their
way

memories of tender
moments
of wild fantastic
scenes
of dreams unmet
and
fears of what the past might
bring

my thoughts whisper to
me
imagined scenarios
set in wakeful
dreams
of things that may never
be
never be

phantoms of the day
seem to have their way
have their way
with me
as I toss and turn
for an hour
before I drift
into a night of
dreamful
sleep

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