Sometimes a shadow catches
on the corners of my sleep
and snagging on the slumber
into my dreams it creeps
At first a whispery wraith
it slips and sneaks and sighs
until at last a poltergeist
it awakes me with its cries
So sudden does it translate
that I can scarely blink
Draping its robes of mystery
into its thoughts I sink
I find in all the shroudeness
a face I know too well
Surprised that misty memory
brings back a former swell
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